My joints are  crackling,  roast me   in tin foil

My  knee joints  crackle when I  stand up tall
Bit by  bit the cartlilege has gone
The  disablement attracts , the people  call

Noone now will ask me to a Ball
I  liked to dance but my desire is done
My  knee joints  crackle when I  stand up tall

Instead of walking I would like to roll
The pavement is not fit to lie upon
The  disablement  an advert , my mind folds

The pain is so severe my muscles  brawl
When I go outside with my big bin
My joints are  crackling,  roast me   in tin foil

I have to write,  I’m mindless I’m enthralled
I try to smile with my lopsided grin
Disablement’s a danger people  wail

This is not a game that I can win
Save me from the  demons of  great sin
My  knee joints  crackle when I  stand up tall
The  disablement  is vile I cannot talk