I do not see your passions defined or bound
by the whirring wheels of your chair
just a cradle for the same stock standard covetousness
we all lament in the most troublesome hours
& something to tie down to ( in a more truculence phase)
to shock your mother
and declare your sexuality to be alivened
everybit a women, a man
use your disability
& I will wheel you away, happy at this corruption.
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