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Joe without his legs Wheelchair, bedside G.I. At a meeting Ruminating and feeling It’s like A.A. Rehabilitation games The system plays War Craft with missing halves PTSD R e s p e c t That ain’t the half Of the stink and the taint Sniffing glue Replacing chipped paint Joe only worries If there’s somewheres To be After rehab Need a Lyft Uber quick Downtown a ton to do Joe worries arriving in 12 steps Sponsor anonymously Befriend responsibly Joe worries Like long time buds His legs That they won’t work Like they did back when He got laid And was paid By way of Vietnam And ****** Uncle Sam. Joe worries Of wheelchair accesses His favorite places without Doors he’d like to Fit in And go on Normally Accepted To be loved like a brother That no one knew And no one seems or cares to Joe feels like A third wheel A phantom limb Who’s bucket list is to “Invest in the Google” “Learn how to use The cloud”
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
Joe.