The Boy Looked At Johnny

There was a boy
A boy named Johnny
He had spiked hair
And his nails were thorny
His back was arched
Never to be straight
And he could not get through doors
Because his body was shaped like a China-plate
He had strange little eyes
Eyes made of dots
It was pimply wide
No one could tell whether he was sleeping, or not.

One day little Johnny went to a parade
He was often stared at
because of his nonsensical physical state
He was laughed at, kicked & punched at, until he cried
He ran away
Out of the peoples sight
He ran where his legs could carry
Never to look back
Not even to an angelic fairy,
Even if there was any.

He ran until a deserted land
Where sunlight was blocked
by the darkness that cast.
He squatted quietly on the floor
Then broke down to tears
'til he could cry no more

"What should I do? For me to live freely like a bird?
What should I do? So I can live without fear?
Its only two things I wish for, Why couldn't I get it?
Its only two things! Why couldn't I get it?!"

Johnny sobbed & sobbed til he eventually slept
Not knowing of what was listening, and wept
Outcame Mary, a same tubalar kid
Carried Johnny lovingly, into her crib

When Johnny woked up
He was shocked, he almost sat straight up
A beautiful girl was beside him,
and still drooling away

He couldn't believe the sight he sees
For the girl was exactly the same state as him
He immediately fell in love
With the girl the name he hasn't known
He hopes to live forver happy with this unknown

Years had passed and Johnny was happy
He had married the akward bending rounded body of a girl named Mary
Though they live remotely from the town,
They had friends whom they cannot believe the would have found
The island they lived was exactly the same figure of that of Johnny and Mary
The inhabitants were a mirror of Johnny's and Mary's body
Spiked hair, thorny nails
Arch backs, and stumped feet

What Johnny didn't realise
Was his two wishes were granted
Until one day, where he was disease infected
Not only Johnny was hit
A few others and even Mary has gotten it

Johnny and Mary layed sickly down in bed
Their disease were of no cure in the doctors head
As they held hands for the last time in their bittersweet lives
They reflect upon their akward love life
As their time came
They both closed their eyes
A kiss before they went back to the heaven sky.

- Adlan