Post by seren on Jun 18, 2009 13:24:59 GMT -5
Crutches Kid on the swings at recess:
"Got a spare arm to lend?
My mom chopped it off this morning
AFter I refused to cook breakfast
For me and my seventeen sisters;
She used it to feed the family dog.
Oh, you've got to believe me!
What've I got to gain from lying to s*** like you?
If you're going to hate, then just go back to the monkey bars
And cuss and spit on the pull-up bars and
Accuse kindergartners of doing it.
It doesn't honestly matter to me, anyway."
So I just told him to shut his god-damned mouth;
He don't know nothing, to which he countered
That I was gay, to which I replied, "Yes, I am, and you?"
Then that was the end of that. That was the end.
Homophobes are worth a dime a dozen.
Next day he's stealing candy from teachers' drawers,
Throwing them down like rain and insisting if someone'll
Get him his crutches he'll fly on past the north oaks,
Never stopping to glance back. Never stopping.
"Diamonds will fall from the sky. I'm a prophet, it's true."
His mind just keeps expanding, hour after hour until
Utterly spent on gloomy Thursdays after school.
Dreams and lies are such fragile concepts;
Go about either one wrong and you'll hear nothing else in town gossip:
"You know that boy ain't got his head screwed on straight.
Has he a mental disorder? Maltreating condition?
No? Well then, you must put a stop to his incessant sulking!
It's driving everyone up the wall!"--Driving everyone up to the roof.
These people may seem ill of spirit,
Quite possibly the most frightening you'll ever encounter,
But they merely crave new acquaintances.
So give them some company! Show some hospitality!
Have some compassion! Watch everyone equally and carefully.
It may seem as though everyone's out to get you--
What a cruel and unusual place, oh--
But if you would just stick to what you know--
What a cruel and unusual fate, oh--
Maybe everyone would move on from it--
What a cruel and stupid punishment--
Maybe one day diamonds will fall from the sky.
"Got a spare arm to lend?
My mom chopped it off this morning
AFter I refused to cook breakfast
For me and my seventeen sisters;
She used it to feed the family dog.
Oh, you've got to believe me!
What've I got to gain from lying to s*** like you?
If you're going to hate, then just go back to the monkey bars
And cuss and spit on the pull-up bars and
Accuse kindergartners of doing it.
It doesn't honestly matter to me, anyway."
So I just told him to shut his god-damned mouth;
He don't know nothing, to which he countered
That I was gay, to which I replied, "Yes, I am, and you?"
Then that was the end of that. That was the end.
Homophobes are worth a dime a dozen.
Next day he's stealing candy from teachers' drawers,
Throwing them down like rain and insisting if someone'll
Get him his crutches he'll fly on past the north oaks,
Never stopping to glance back. Never stopping.
"Diamonds will fall from the sky. I'm a prophet, it's true."
His mind just keeps expanding, hour after hour until
Utterly spent on gloomy Thursdays after school.
Dreams and lies are such fragile concepts;
Go about either one wrong and you'll hear nothing else in town gossip:
"You know that boy ain't got his head screwed on straight.
Has he a mental disorder? Maltreating condition?
No? Well then, you must put a stop to his incessant sulking!
It's driving everyone up the wall!"--Driving everyone up to the roof.
These people may seem ill of spirit,
Quite possibly the most frightening you'll ever encounter,
But they merely crave new acquaintances.
So give them some company! Show some hospitality!
Have some compassion! Watch everyone equally and carefully.
It may seem as though everyone's out to get you--
What a cruel and unusual place, oh--
But if you would just stick to what you know--
What a cruel and unusual fate, oh--
Maybe everyone would move on from it--
What a cruel and stupid punishment--
Maybe one day diamonds will fall from the sky.
Reading it back, it reminds me of "Blake Says" by Amanda Palmer; the character (Crutches Kid) is hopeful that his condition'll get better and gets caught up in what he perceives to be reality. He acts up because he's lonely and makes up stories to gather sympathy/attention. But people are frightened of his nonsensical ramblings and insults and--rather than giving him affection--they choose to spit down on him while pretending to care.