If Chelsea Handler can do it so can I. Look at me! I’m full of myself! Heck, I’m so full of myself I worry half the night about the tens upon tens of thousands of working age people in the United States who have disabilities and cannot find work. I’m so full of myself! I’m wearing a new suit and waving a book aloft–one that I’ve pulled at random from a shelf. Oh Jesus! The book is Les Fleurs de Mal. Look! Its Charlie Baudelaire Bang Bang! He seems to be saying that bourgeois conformity and comfort are antithetical to living fully. Bang Bang! Baudelaire didn’t have a job. He gave up and wrote beautiful, tempestuous, carnal verse. Maybe that’s what all those unemployed people with disabilities should do! Bang Bang! Write carnal verse!
Dear employer, here’s the deal:
Your bathroom won’t admit my wheels.
I think you are a rotten jerk
To prohibit me from getting work.
How’s that?
Oh I’ve got a zillion of them.
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 
Thank you, SK, this poem is immediately accessible to me.
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