Walkin on Air
Mistaken Identity
Somehow I was sure.
Convinced that my sense of discernment
could never be wrong:
cloning a 'swansong'
due to my hasty and poor judgment,
I sullied the pure.
Not much to look at
his polio limp begged for pity:
a magnet invite
his 'poor me' respite
shower-sang an off key false ditty
that vomit begat.
Right, t'was plain to see!
His daily privacy intrusion
one day changed it all,
it wasn't my call:
he saved my life with blood-transfusion;
we both had AB.
Instinctive revulsion had truth denied:
inner beauty by my blindness hogtied.
Convinced that my sense of discernment
could never be wrong:
cloning a 'swansong'
due to my hasty and poor judgment,
I sullied the pure.
Not much to look at
his polio limp begged for pity:
a magnet invite
his 'poor me' respite
shower-sang an off key false ditty
that vomit begat.
Right, t'was plain to see!
His daily privacy intrusion
one day changed it all,
it wasn't my call:
he saved my life with blood-transfusion;
we both had AB.
Instinctive revulsion had truth denied:
inner beauty by my blindness hogtied.
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Mistaken Identity
Mistaken Identity
