Retarded

Where’d you expect me to go, ma’am? 
I'm a day too short, a year too long!
Sixty-one minutes the hour,
And by golly I’m one O’ One seconds
The minute! 
My ears are my eyes
And my eyes are blind,
If I hear I hear with a lisp 
And read like a mute 
And talk with dyslexia,
And If I perceive I comprehend 
From the warped wave of a
Hallucinogenic world! 
BECAUSE! Because I made up 
My own alphabet see—
I painted my own reality see—
BECAUSE! Because I created my own wrongs
So that even my errors have errors! 
BECAUSE? Because you never told me
And I never knew. 
So where the hell am I going to go now?
Away from you? 

But you were never there to begin with,
Mother dear,
And so I sit on the curb,
Holding a sign and tipping my hat 
For their two pence,
And trying to sort through the complex 
Cobwebs of reality
With my cross eyed stare of concentration. 
Because you never taught me,
And I never knew,
So where the hell am I supposed to go now ma’am?
Left behind in the ice and snow.
With all the other retarded.