I sit here confused at these directions
You all know being retarded isnt close to perfection
So they anger me and I slam my head on the table
But I think I can, like my favorte heros in the fables
I try again and again but each time it never works
Iwish I had a straight mind, because thinking has its perks
So I stop up and down, and then I sit in my corner
Mental tears run down my cheeks, and there lie a quarter
I picked it up, and started rubbing it like a rabbit's foot
Then my fingers started tingling like they were in my butt
I stood up with much confidence in my heroic stand
Put my underwear over my pants like Super-Man
Jumped around wityh joy, then got back in my chair
looked at the directions, and they gave me a dead stare
and I tried so many times, then I went sick with the blues
I still didn't know how I just couldn't tie those shoes
So I called Miss Smith, *The raindrops of perfection*
and asked her to tie my shoes, but read the directions
She asked me what directions, as the knot was done
.....First tie shoes were defeated.....
And she had helped me win a war i couldn't have won
