I wake up every morning just like you
Well its the same to me morn, night or noon
I am eating an apple that was lying near my bed
They say its bright and definitely red
Well I was never good at colours you see
They really are no meaning to me
Things you can touch and you see
I can sense and i can feel
I have a companion that's straight and thick
It's also called a walking stick
It guides me along through the dark alley
Well dark or bright its all the same to me
I read through holes in paper
I stich through them write another letter
Don't give me those pitiful stares
Try closing your eyes and climbing a stair
I am not unfortunate to be this way
God gave me this path cos I could walk it everyday
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2 comments:
I am really touched...Great job buddy...but what about his sex life???!!
I was really curious... after all he's a human... he does have that right
Think about it.
a slight modification to the poem can be done to cater super's demand
"I have a companion who is straight and thin
he/she is called a walking prick".
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