Friday, April 22, 2011

Jon: Bleeding knees, a poem

I'm forced to sit
I cant walk a bit
It hurts and it bleeds
I've put needels through my knees

I cant even stand
I have to walk around on my hands
I cry and I scream
this happy dream

I just wanted some help
but daddy says im a lousy whelp
I try to crawl to my bed
the carpet is all red

I smile and smile
this is really worth while

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