Billy's in his cripple chair
acting like a spastic .
Waving at the joggers
with his hands of elastic .
He can't eat popcorn
'cos he's a paraplegic .
He has trouble talking
with the dribble and the bleeding .
He's the product of his mother's lifestyle
retarded at birth .
Pregnancy came second to her
while the drugs came first .
His hands are like claws
bent into bitter angles .
His legs are just as twisted
like birthday-cake candles .
He suffers from premature enunciation
he dribbles before he speaks .
Every bodily orifice
drips weeps and leaks .
He lives on liquidised food
and drinks diet coke .
Life is really simple
when you're treated like a joke .
His head bobs when he smiles
like his neck is coming loose .
He's got no real friends
because there's always an excuse .
As an infant he crawled
like a maimed animal .
Now he's in a wheelchair
life's quality is minimal .
His mother was a film star
in the wrong sort of production .
Where billionaires made whores rich
with panavision seduction .
She was oblivious and fragile
and tied to tenuous obligation .
Treated as expendable
lost in obliteration .
But she remembers how her baby didn't respond
and how they were all alone .
And she vowed to give him all her love
and care for him at home .
Billy screams in horror
in the nightmares of his night .
But the wet sheets of tears are kissed away
by the mother at his side .