The Manifesto (v0.d) by a disabled man

The Manifesto (v0.d)
by a disabled man

Disabled were paraded and laughed at in circuses.
Even Nazis killed or tortured the disabled people.
Modern methods of harm are excluding during best years.
Complaints are met with bullying in best of cases.
A type of fun that is always free in every sense is dating.
It is the most inclusive of activities and demands nothing.
I am forty years old now and lost even my hair.
But never has any woman ever given me her phone number.
Nor has a woman ever asked for my email or of my hobbies.
But I have made a hundred women laugh on some days.
And have taught many Shaolin Kung Fu at the temple.
Invited countless men and women to fudbal and such.
And above all else, helped raise my own two sisters.
But somehow having been born in 1978 and disabled,
somehow I am simply worthless in terms of love and sex.
Feminism is about equality?  I am an exception?  Really?
At the age of seven, three girls savagely beat me up.
Women lied and had me jailed in Toronto and in the USA.
I am an outlier?  I am lying?  I am a mental patient?
Females accused me of theft, stiffing them, and rape.
But I am still loved and hugged daily by my grandmother.
She bakes me bread when all Canadian women left me to die.
I was homeless, tortured, and date raped.  I was blind.
But you own the colour pink?  Governments owe you?  Yeah?
Genetics hated me since I was in that female life cavity.
My love mojo is described as a tiny carrot.  My eyes evil?
But angels are smooth skinned, shinny, with perfect smiles?
Yeah.  I am a disabled man, and this is my manifesto.
I write it before masterbating to your perfect bodies.
I am thankful you all took the time to show me perfection.
Hereby I confess that you all are superior to me.
You all did not waste your youngest years like me.
You all shamelessly partied, romanced, and traveled.
So this is my shame and forever will be.
Because I chose to sit alone and play with my self.
And I am eternally thankful I can at least see your smiles.
Thank you for letting me participate even this much.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
For not murdering me, not torturing me.
Thank you for having evolved beyond clapping at my misery.
Thank you for not keeping me in a cage all my life.
Thank you for giving me the right to see you even moan.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
For my ancestors must have been even more crazy than I am.
Thank you.

by a disabled man