Actions without choice

[Keith]

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Stackable poxy plastic chairs
pretend to be disco seats,
put a comb through your hair,
lights dancing on your feet.

Your suit is tailor made
for the trisomy chromosome
twenty one, never been laid
or gone out on your own.

You bit me as you kissed me
because you need to eat.
With a coke can on your knee
rocking just behind the beat.

A mouth held up by tongue size
frustration that wont mend.
Judgments made around the eyes,
and call themselves your friends.

Growth delays a stronger arm
a mind that's mild to maybe
a baby still amongst the calm
still you arrived and saved me.

Original
I was asked to help the disco,
crisps and drinks to pass,
strong arms to hold
an adult infants rage.

You clapped alone all night,
holding a coke can between
salt and vinegar knees,
rocking just behind the beat.

The large tongue smile broke,
your applause turned frenzied,
she was dancing with Tom,
strong arms helped the disco.