Poetry for Free

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

ROOM

The boy in the wheelchair wears special pants;
the boy in the wheelchair wears special pants.
They have one long leg and one stump leg;
they have one long leg and one stump leg.
Special, boy? Have wears the leg the leg.
And long, they wheelchair pants. In one, stump one.

So he lost half a leg defending our country;
so he lost half a leg defending our country
And now he wants to ride the subway with us;
and now he wants to ride the subway with us.
Now, a subway country, and leg to ride the with.
Us wants defending, so he half he. Lost.

His girlfriend wheels him through the doors;
his girlfriend wheels him through the doors.
We all give them plenty of room;
we all give them plenty of room.
Of doors we wheels through him.
The girlfriend, his room, all. Them give plenty.

He have through with defending us, so we give him half the pants.
Now girlfriend wheels a wheelchair to the long subway ride.
They them plenty special room, one wants.
One boy in all, and he wears his stump.
The leg, the leg, the leg—
and doors. Of our lost country.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home