After I lived through a disabling stroke,
I found that my life was reduced to a joke.
The forces of evil guffawed in my face.
I drooled at the table as my host intoned grace.
They think that I have become one of their own
Now that I’m in a lobotomy zone
But if my brain worked the way it did before,
I’d get up and high-tail it out of the door.
Instead, here I am–stuck, surrounded by fools–
The losers who live not to break any rules.
Hell has come to the one who said “no, thanks” to God;
Cunning foes with smug smiles nod their heads and applaud.