A thought experiment with several disabilities

Who, at the end of the day, decides that life is

Very little fun.

And, at the end of a week, is tired from his

Deliberating on life and death in

Hypothetical environments.

Laughing at the thinking men

In white coats who treat what might be broken,

He begs them to try a bit harder

Next time,

But they’re caught up in dimly lit,

Incandescent passions with little room

For more.

They scribble in their books,

Recluse into their nooks,

And give him quaint, emotionless looks.