Handicap
I’m a disabled mush
room,
who is mentally
handicap,
and can’t think
good
thoughts to save his
life.
I’m a diseased fruit
drink,
who is mentally
out of it
and can’t remember
what he
had for breakfast two
hours ago.
I don’t take
medicine, cause I always
flip a card,
run down the old boxes,
open up the
two mirrors and use my
logs to get far away.
