Dovecote foulness
Uneasy encounters with the human race
Cutting my soul ,slapping my face
I am just questing like all other men
Trying to find my place
Looking to fit in
Picking up scraps thrown at me
Like my human deformities are so easy to see
Socially inept that is plain to see
Kept in the dark no light to see
The eclipse from time past
the first lessons that seem to last
Chained to the flesh in which I walk
I have never felt the sands so hot
Gasping for air in this gloomy place
Feeling disgusted I am of the same race.
Scott baker
