I can’t go again
Remembering the pain
Which I got from a cane.
I laughed loud, someone insane
I dabbled around, trying to explain
I touched my toe, fear as my main
Getting so tired of mockery
He called me a prisoner
I called him a monkey
He called me a poop washer
I declared him so unlucky
He called me a bladder
Others started laughter
Getting angrier
I observed for his weak pointer
At once I got him, he a goner
I had no strength at all
But At once I never feared, I had it all
So they played the drums of chanting
While I relaxed in panting.