Source:
Adults
Author:
jonny graham
Title:
My Billy boy .
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 .
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