Quietly life has passed me by and I without protest

have handed over the keys to all my jailers

I was a proud peacock

until life handed me handicapped offspring

and insane relatives and in laws and surrounded me

with people blind to my predicament preoccupied with

their own; like crabs in a pot we pull eachother back down

into boiling water if one of us should start to excel…

will we do the same in hell I wonder

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