A Smashing Indictment Of Character

There was a clang in them when they first looked on me and said the word disgrace If I could have spoke I would have give what for but, I ain't the giving type Doctors came in herds touch-feathered my spine's curve, said the word absurd They stood on my blindside, brutal with their words told them I should be thinned What they gonna do if I don't fall? When they brought me home they laid me in my trunk and had a grieving contest The neighbors came to see, the door was closed too hard before they even could knock I kept the town awake behind my fits and quakes I heard the word mistake They said runaway but gravity is cruel - we know I'm some kind of useless What they gonna do if I don't fall? When I came of age I once again tried to speak but they all just guffawed And when I came of age I once again tried to run, they kept up their guffaws Vengeance ain't yours or mine when one ain't got a spine so stop wasting my time So in remembrance of me put death in it's place make good use of your temper