Disabled

Hiya,
Yes I could be classed as disabled, one hand, Bipolar. Paralympics is OK, but don't forget it's twice the effort for them daily. The losers still feel crap, even more so.  Feeds the insatiable recognition beast dormant in us all. Then he wakes, I want more, feed me now owner. It can be art, sport, work, fashion, make no mistake he's there, blinking in the dark coal cellar, waiting, salivating, ferocious, unstoppable. What of his enemy? The obscurity beast. He's more attractive, reliable you would want him at the dinner table with friends, consult with his wise words, no he won't down you, accept your weakness, chill out man, survival is the key for both, so they do share a carcass.
Bercher