Thoughts of a Man with four Wheels

Look! I have been halved,

I have been turned into a metal.

I asked for legs and they gave me four,

I asked for legs and they gave me wheels.

What justice is this that a man be wheeled around?

Wheeled like a bean bag in a barrow.

I have been halved,

Everyone looks down on me as I stroll by.

Fumes of pity submerge me.

Am I a stray poodle that you should pity me?

Why down cast me with your eyes? Don’t you think I know that I travail on rubber?

I hate that smell, the smell of worthlessness.

I have become a reproach to men,

I have become a burden to the fair lady that I betrothed,

I swear I think she is in cahoots with the gardener,

Well,

All I have is this coffin nail and the big black sky.

 

Author's Note

I claim no rights to the picture of the man in the wheel chair just explaining my thoughts on what he thought.