Cripple

You don't walk with a limp
Or roll with paralyzed legs
You aren't fed from a tube
While choking on the dregs

You aren't mentally challenged
To say nothing of retarded
But you still can't do something simple
Like finish what you've started

Using two canes to get around
Your generosity is pretty stunted
You promised to help someone in need
But as soon as you could you punted

You drive your cripple car
All your badass tattoos proclaim your fame
Knives and skulls and clever sayings
You play your crippled game

Putting on a good show
Saying it's true love and other lies
Then leaving them as fast as you can
Almost before your cum even dries

You make me mad enough to almost do it for real
Take a pipe to your spine
Let you lay there unable to move
In a growing puddle of your own urine

But I think it's almost more cruel
To let you go on the way you are
Thinking that you are whole
Thinking that you're a star

While all the while
You're dead inside
Surrounded by glitter
No conscience to guide

Just another fucking cripple