Disco

 
I watch them dance
I nervously glance
It’s just begun
Their all having fun
Everyone but me
I sit all alone
Guarding bags and phones
Cripples sometimes have their uses
It’s true that given the chance
I wouldn’t be able to dance
But that doesn’t stop me dreaming
I see them looking across
I see them whispering
I find their pity repulsive
They see me as now
Rather than then
Back in the day
I was a sophisticated romancer
A disco dance chancer
One hell of a dancer
Despite my size
Despite my green eyes
And muscular thighs
Dancing in platform shoes
Or Cuban heals
I would light up the floor
And they’d all shout for more
My weekly disco dance performance
If only they knew
They’d feel the rage too
And know jealousy extreme
And the understanding
Of the sadness felt
Of the cripple who
used to be a dancer
now half a man
and feeling it
night fever, night fever
fuck!