Poems about disability

Manifesto From Behind the Mask

Make me a mask so that no-one can see
That the face that I'm wearing is not really me
Get me a glaze to go over my eyes
To look like I'm looking while melting inside

Fetch me some specs that can read between lines
Fit me antennae that pick up the signs
Lend me a lens that reads unwritten rules
Bless me with patience to help suffer fools

Once Upon a Tory Time

Despite our crusade to screw the low-paid
And the jobless and sick in our midst
They're parading their crimes in our nursery rhymes
And in fairy tales told to our kids

We just can not pander to this vile propaganda
So my job as benefits minister
Is to go through each rhyme, taking one at a time
And eliminate anything sinister

Freudian Slip

When he answered that councillor's question
  He let out a Freudian slip
When he argued for wages exemption
  It wasn't a gaffe or a blip
When his Lordship said disabled workers
  Should get by on two quid an hour
No, he wasn't just acting the jerk as
  Though he'd just come down in a shower

Mood Swings

An attempt to put the ups and downs of depression into verse ...

Bright skies, natural highs,
Summer haze, happy days,
Good things ... mood swings
Dark cloud, not proud
Guilt, shame, down again
Life’s shit, deep pit
Break down, sink, drown,
Gasp for air, nothing there,
No hope, can’t cope
Tunnel light out of sight
Ranting, railing, falling, failing

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