there are cripples(OUCH not so PC
huh)
an then there are cripples who milk their disabilities harass an skew
those around them who may struggle against hidden infirmities quietly just
beneath their skintrembling
insecure
their skin timidthin eggshells
hed worked a Montanan chicken
farm raised tended fowl sold their eggs seen their
monsters hatch be murdered
or succumb
riotously(as is lifes Nature) to their deficiencies
those deficients
didnt
turn or equip themselves with their misfortunes against others of their kind
perhaps birdbrains didnt work in such
a manner or conceive of such a thrust
which evidently biggerbrains would
would play on the sympathies of
others
or
accuse them without pity if empathy
wasnt immediate near-immediately aroused
granted mindless
he watched too many times people
use their crippledness to an advantage simply
for their advantage
however
after having seen eggs
illformed gelatinous candled twoheaded fowls while looking for
yolkers smelled the stench of eggs
rotting from within he wasnt kneejerk
kind to or tolerated mindless kowtowing
he candled as it were the skulls
of the deprived the bereft to be sure they warranted his kindness
he looked at their endproduct particularly when they didnt minimise their
disability an seemed to clutch it expectantly vying for their entitlement no matter how unfortunate
simply put perhaps insensitively if they expected his help he wanted to know
why their endproduct existed
he wasnt one to be hoodwinked by anyone
yet he was imminently brave
enough to apologise if errant
wrong
as brave as he was refusing to be
used as a tool
some cripples are responsible for
their injuries
he was an unexpected knife to pare them
1215, Moanday,
7 3. 16
2314, Twosday,
8 3. 16
