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My Best Friend is a Cripple

4 Aug

My best friend is a cripple,
Not that I really care.
I help him wash his ball-bag,
And push his wheelchair.

My best friend is a cripple,
Of this I’ve already spoken.
I can’t help but like him lots,
Although his legs are broken.

My best friend is a cripple,
He’s not very good at sport.
But he does excel in hiding,
Because he is quite short.

My best friend is a cripple,
His legs he cannot feel.
But he’s fucking great at arm-wrestling,
Massive arms from pushing his wheels.

My best friend is a cripple
He can’t work like you or I.
But please don’t call him lazy,
For that would make him cry.

My best friend is a cripple,
Or a spastic some might say,
But those people are completely wrong,
For his brain is all okay.

My best friend is a cripple,
I think he’s really great,
Just because he cannot run,
It doesn’t make him a rubbish mate.

My best friend is a cripple,
He’s learnt to face the facts,
I suppose it’s his fault really,
For playing on railway tracks.

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