Typically I shake,
Struck fifth street with my right upper lob two thousand and eight,
Dr.Schortz,Waukon,Iowa ER set my wrist right was smashed to bits,
I arrived that afternoon,August eleventh about five pm after laying on fifth street nearly an hour,
Tied to a board,
So that evening found me standing by the stove with mom fixing supper,
Four o five,second street northeast avenue,
Waukon,Iowa,no catscan or MIR,
MRI always get those mixed up.
I was a fulltime college student.
Returned school thirty-two years after my first year,
Glad I’m not Irish,
Don’t get me wrong fourteen elderly Irish Catholic ladies I cared for,
I loved everyone of them,
But if I were irish some damn fool would say ‘You have the luck of the Irish!’
See I walked away after being struck by Lynn Morrow,retired attorney,
Ninety-three and no one saw the need to stop him driving before,
Well the ass drove for two more years,
See he got no ticket for striking a fifty year old dyke in a crosswalk with her ten speed,
First he struck my left knee cap pushed the knee cap to the side,
Then his car scooped this jolly giant up,
I penetrated his front window with my left elbow,
Blew out all air bags,
After he stopped transversing my ten speed that Thelma and Louis gave me money for after getting my first ever B’s,
The goof stopped,
Like a supper hero then I crashed into the road head first,
I dropped no classes,
Took me seven years to find out I did have brain trauma,
Couldn’t test out of Statistics,
No one cared,
I walk with a cane,
No longer could ride,
Still until my older half sister torched our laundry room in twenty fourteen I held fast to that beat up second hand ten speed,
Twenty-sixteen after about five repeat classes of higher math Luther College finally grasped I wasn’t playing a game ‘I could not test out of Statistics ‘ And they expelled the disabiled Val.
You know those programs where the government pays half a students wages?
Those sitting jobs never go to cripples that shake,
As a writer I can literately do it sitting down surrounded by your fir family,
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