Hunchback

And as I walked round those tidy streets I thought to

myself

"How can anybody be at all unhappy in such a perfect

world?"

How wrong I was!

There's a little hunchback man, he used to walk round

the streets

Of North London. His head was bowed, forced to look at

the ground by

This cruel, debilitating hump on his back. And all of

my school friends

Had a name for this hunchback. They called him the

freak.

And every time the freak walked down the street my

friends would laugh

And I laughed with them.

Now my dad was a sports fan. But in order to achieve

all the ambitions

My father had for me, I trained really hard and

eventually I became the

Captain of the school team, until one cold winters

afternoon I sustained

An injury. Actually it was kick up the arse, but ...

hey.

I was sent to a specialist and he took x-rays of my

back, examened me

And he said "Well you're gonna have to give up all

sport for all time,

Otherwise you're going to end up a hunchback like that

man I see you

Laughing at".

Maybe that was meant to scare me, I don't know, but all

of a sudden I

Started to look at that freak in a new light, because

in him I saw my future.

I would become a freak.

But we all know that ugliness, like beauty, is only

skin deep.