.The Crooked Man
My God, I’ve got no way out of this cold.
What is this empty madness?
I’m a very skinny and weak person,
Sick from birth, most likely,
And you made it very cold out here.
You gave me a crooked leg
And a long, ugly, crooked face.
I can only walk very slowly.
People have to wait for me
And they hate me for being so pitiful.
They are so kind to me for being so pitiful.
How I would like to dash that kindness
Against the rocks with a thousand blows!
Make them knock me in the snow
And let’s have at it!
Let me test my strength
With these bony arms you’ve given me.
Allow me to kick some powerful prince
With this crooked leg.
And let me dash their kindness with these strong, cruel eyes.
For I am a man
And no one knows it but I.
(For I am a tiny pip of a man)
They offer me their seat
And I would like to crush their skulls.
They all know my name but
No one knows the horrible fires that burn
In this skinny bosom
Where it has been shown to me
There is truly a difference between a man and a beast.
I have no chance for sexual prowess.
Nor can I defend my rights as a man
For I am weak and ill prepared
And I am a lonely man.
But my soul it wider than the bowels of Hell
And I pray that someday they will know my soul
And that someday they will tell me
They know I am a man.
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Submission Name: The Crooked Man
