The dictionary has many words for love
But not what I’m accused of
I’m a mopperist, exposing myself
To blind people in the park
Or when it starts to get dark
I jingle my junk in their face
They cannot see how I disgrace
Their permanent disability
Which I happen to exploit happily
It’s a victimless crime, I tell you why
They cannot see me jiggling my meat pie
Only hear the flapping sound
Of my balls, bouncing around
Someone sees, and I run quickly
But I am caught by the police
They ask me why I do this
I tell them, “The blind deserve what they get!”
Now I’m in jail and the tables are turned
I’m now the one who eats the one eyed worm

This poem is about: 
My country


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