Disorderly
Everytime I hear you jokes
My blood begins to boil
Because their not really that different
But kind, genuine, and loyal
They may have to sit out sometimes
They can't do everything that you can
But that doesn't mean you can be discriminant
Because like you, they are 100% man
Society looks them over
And doesn't care how they feel
It doesn't pay attention
To the time they need to heal
Their branded from day one
The weirdo, the lame, the geek
You never give them a chance to prove
Their not the world's most weak
They aren't like you, so you mark them off
As someone you cant trust
You think its funny to pick on them
And grind them into the dust
But to me, their the heroes
Not someone with a disorder
So love and cherish these folks
And the world they beautifully embroider
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