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Aug 2010
Keep me from people
who try to understand.

Tell them that I'm ugly.
Because I am ugly.
Tell them that I'm stupid.
Because I am stupid.
Tell them that I have halitosis.
Because I do have halitosis.
Tell them that I'm going blind.
Because I am going blind.
Tell them that my legs hurt.
Because my legs do hurt.
Tell them I eat dogs
and my **** needs looking at.
That my teeth are rotting in my skull.
and I'm growing hair where
it doesn't normally grow.

But, I have my hands:
wonderfully creative and able to do
so much. My magically strong hands:
powerful and able to hold
so much.
To cradle a baby, or make love
to a women, to bargain a deal, or steal.

I have my hands
and all they can do for me.
To cultivate, operate, ******* with.
Tell them that.

Tell them

that if they want me,

to understand me,

to see the how and for why
I do things,

tell them to come talk to me,

because I really do have halitosis.
Written by
Brian Andrade
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