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Part 1 "How about some long beautiful hair" the Santa says The little girl rubs her head bald and veiny She looks like a baseball "No. It doesn't get in my eyes anymore when I play basketball" she says The bunch of us Sunken eyed and balding In wheelchairs and on crutches Some of us holding our I.V. stands for support I can only imagine how the Santa feels The tiniest zombies All waiting for a turn Me I have silver caps on my top front teeth And dentures Look like an old Cadillac Insides all rust and rumble We all want to know if we were good this year Part 2 Cut to the bunch of us Watching the Blue Angels air show All getting pictures with a man dressed as Shamu He is supposed to write something on the backs of all the pictures I try to imagine What you could possibly write To a group of kids that looked like us Each photo In shaky black ink Because whales aren’t prehensile He writes I love you Part3 When the circus came to the hospital We all gathered on a balcony The news was there Clowns painted our faces I asked if they had room for me Told them I could be like that guy From the 007 movies With the silver teeth that could bite really big stuff They said I might miss my folks I told them I wouldn’t Then took off my gown To show them my scars They weren’t impressed Ever since I’ve wanted to join the circus Part 4 Despite our qualifications We could not join the circus But that is okay All we wanted really Was to know if we were good And that somebody loved us We were And somebody did
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Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
Little Zombies No Circus
Part 1 "How about some long beautiful hair" the Santa says The little girl rubs her head bald and veiny She looks like a baseball "No. It doesn't get in my eyes anymore when I play basketball" she says The bunch of us Sunken eyed and balding In wheelchairs and on crutches Some of us holding our I.V. stands for support I can only imagine how the Santa feels The tiniest zombies All waiting for a turn Me I have silver caps on my top front teeth And dentures Look like an old Cadillac Insides all rust and rumble We all want to know if we were good this year Part 2 Cut to the bunch of us Watching the Blue Angels air show All getting pictures with a man dressed as Shamu He is supposed to write something on the backs of all the pictures I try to imagine What you could possibly write To a group of kids that looked like us Each photo In shaky black ink Because whales aren’t prehensile He writes I love you Part3 When the circus came to the hospital We all gathered on a balcony The news was there Clowns painted our faces I asked if they had room for me Told them I could be like that guy From the 007 movies With the silver teeth that could bite really big stuff They said I might miss my folks I told them I wouldn’t Then took off my gown To show them my scars They weren’t impressed Ever since I’ve wanted to join the circus Part 4 Despite our qualifications We could not join the circus But that is okay All we wanted really Was to know if we were good And that somebody loved us We were And somebody did
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Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
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