Dyslexia Unbound!

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Peace Fights just as Hard as Hate: Maximum Heat NT’s! Disabled? WTF!

EMPTY NT’s

I salute you. You are as Perfect as You
Can Be…Not like a Poem once Grown Up
That can never be Straightened, Editors
There’s no Correction to your Hate Rage

For the Pole of your Normalism seems
more a Pole for Extremism than Dance
And without that Glamour and Radiance
(anAtomically Speaking This is True)

I must Live and Living Endure NT's!
No Worse Distortion than your PreJudice
And Bias that you don't trouble to shade.
This is why my Blissful Freedom I Won

Blissful Freedom with no Sickos or Perves!
In my BaUhaus my Bohemia...Edie!
De todas Maneras Vino de Roja Tinta,
El Color de las COmunistas que se Yo!

No soy MarXista,,,hay OdioS que Ellos
Me Dejan Sufrir por ser su Iconografia.
Ya Estufas Liberales Falsos Machistas
y sin Suficiente para una Yegua Ya Basta!

Y por la ultima Vez, que se Callen
para Dormir bien un Futuro con
Conciencia Limpia. Porque yo Cobro!
Y en pagar esa Deuda, te Salvas.


This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

A storm inside of Poetic rain.

A storm inside of Poetic thunder--
She gave it to me disguising as Quaint
Emily Emily Dickinson, my Saint.
I hobble when she IceSkates. I'm Infirm
am I? PLaying it Shy? Or worse of all
ashamed? I am not Normal and so what?
My mother loves me and my Father's Will
taught me to accept these Difficulties
as Usual. Now where to go for Freedom
from Sorrow, Indignities of the Hard
against a Soft Child without venom?
Courageous by Letters, Silken Graceful
resolution: By my Word, I will
dignify my Verse with these Examples.

The 111th Lame Duck Congress Grew up a Swan

You have heard the one about the Ugly 
Duckling, right? That's Me. I am disabled,
a Little Lame Duck who grew up a Swan
A Female (I think?) She thinks? We do?
Disassociative hatchlings how I love you
as you Appeared somewhat Different from
those in Audubon's Elephant Earred books.
(Consider the Omen) (Consider the Dream)
(Consider our Old and our Ill and our 
Young and the Swans who are called
Retarded.  (Parentheses!) no More!
That is Sufficient! Disabled Voices Sing!
Deficient or less-Literarlistically-limited,
folks, now THAT's a Handicap, to suggest
Swans are Inferior when we don't Quack.