The world is full of the mentally retarded
He has special needs
We all have needs that are special
But you are high functioning
You have a job….fulfilling society's obligations
They call you normal
But there is no common sense in your brain
Incurious, dull, stupefied
Lacking basic knowledge and skills
I'm not sure what's wrong in customer service
"May I talk to your supervisor? "
Why do you work in customer service?
You don't understand a word I say
Or the basic duties of your job
But you have a job and they say you are normal
I must disagree
Your idiot stare and Down 's Syndrome conversations give you away
But you will marry and have children
Keep the idiot gene going
Your progeny will inherit the Earth
Maybe one of them will invent a cure for Cancer
But I doubt it
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