Oh, Scooter, savior of
my leg joints.
The bearer of my weight.
Reducer of pain.
You carry me,
three-wheeled chariot,
as a knight on his steed.
My sword cane,
my concealed lance.
From my vehicle to a place of sustenance.
grocery store, or restaurant.
To places of examination.
Modern alchemists.
Modern soothsayers.
Analyzing the "humors,"
with scientific precision.
Oh, Scooter.
Slyly, you enslave me.
As I rise, my legs
flare with pain.
Like withdrawal...
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