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Crippled Cat

 
Don’t look at me like that
Like you’re looking at a crippled cat
 
Or an abused donkey or a three legged dog
The mist in your head has become a fog
 
I don’t want or need your pity party
Won’t take your pity sex no matter how tarty
 
And while we’re on the subject ‘I’m not fuckin deaf!’
‘I’m not fuckin retarded I’m not short of breath,
 
‘So don’t talk about me behind my back
Especially while I’m still there about the sense I lack’
 
I don’t drool like a fool
I don’t smell like a stool
 
I don’t have shit for brains
I’m certainly not insane
 
I am just a man with no legs
Whose heart and soul begs
 
For friendship and love
Human; not from the above
 
Oh for a human touch
Is that asking too much?
 
How about hugging me
Feeling inside of me
 
Oh to be treated as an equal
Instead of a bad movie sequel
 
Is it any surprise  
I have tears in my eyes
 
Every day awakes
Every day my heart breaks
 
But nobody knows
That's how it goes
 
All these things left unsaid
Just all crashing in my head  
 
And I drop my head with a forced smile
And I am even sadder for a while
 
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
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