Crippled

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.

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