when george grew up he humped the bed
the oak posts holding up the roof
the water pipes
in the corner of the room
the room is grey and most of us
beat our heads against the walls
but george would hump and hump
he made the attendants laugh
and throw cold water on him
between the splinters and the burns
a new girl came to work
so george tried to hump her too
the new girl screamed real loud
and even though the attendants laughed
and laughed shhh shhh
some men came in and carried george away
they put him in another room and tied his arms up
I saw him now and then
when they brought him to the room
where the pain was put in our heads
george was my friend and it hurt
to see him hurt in the head for all those years
but he kept on humping things
he couldn‘t talk but I could
barely stop I said
but my voice wasn’t strong
and my ears would bleed
because they didn’t want to hear me
one day they brought george back to us
with his balls cut off poor george
he is my friend
he walked right past his bed
the oak posts the water pipes
and straight to the wall where he sits
and beats his head against it
like the rest of us