My hunched back aims my head down
causing my eyes always to be facing the Underground.
My shoulders burdened by the hump on my back
I carry my load on the leg on the left,
dragging the right leg of reason
scraping it along the gray pavement
my stained brown shoe digging
and digging the ground into confusion.
From head to foot I am a cripple.
Breathing hard, moving slow, sloshing my step.
My handicap makes a mess for all to see,
for me to see,
see farther Underground
deeper into the filth
into the confusion of me
And I lose more respect
for the damned cripple
that is me.