Don the Dweeb





Friends I have.
Here: Meet Don the Dweeb.
Sitting in the cool shade of tall trees overlooking a filthy city river at some park clutching a book that has seen better days. Lorn, alone.



His whole life has been immobile; characterized by affliction. His frame is rugged. His head is cracked. Bludgeoned his left to blindness. He can't afford a smile...it's too expensive. Naked. They sliced through his chest, grazed his arms; sawed-off his left leg and gashed the other. 
Tis long since he had had a modest meal. He cannot drink even a pitcher of the flushing waters of the river yonder...sorry, they cast him in wood for eternity. They sculpted him in affliction.
Humans are cruel, very.



I wish he can talk. In a starry night in the middle of a city-that-never-sleeps, narrate his life journey. Thank his creator for giving him form and venerate to his gods (am not sure he has a religion yet) before humans incinerate him. The rain and wind cause rot in his grains and termites gnaw at his fibres.



But despite all these woes, he still maintains his nerdy, studious gaze and stoical patience.
What a piece of art!
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