Jungle Freak

January 17, 2010
Born without hands, I am a freak
Never felt a heart so I walk bare feet
Could never snatch anything in front of me
But like a Liger I use my teeth
Hunchback if you would
Arms sway, for I live in this jungle
And those animals think they can judge me
If only they knew I could feel nothing
No shirt, matter fact no clothes
I laugh with them so I am not free, but bold
I want to keep my clothes off, I rather be nude
But now I am cold, where are my shoes?
The blizzard turns into their judgments
When does it snow in the rain forest?
I guess I’ll never be… a jungle freak

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