Put your hand on his neck and squeeze,

That’s his punishment for not saying excuse me, right?

Because when someone does something wrong,

You’re meant to knock them to the ground,

Why treat someone with compassion,

When violence is such a quicker method.

He isn’t as aware as you or I,

But does that really make him any less of a person?

Since he doesn’t feel heat,

He can’t feel the bruise you gave him by choking.

That must be what you are thinking.

He doesn’t get the fact that what you’re doing is wrong,

Even if you were to beat him, already senseless,

His heart is too big to do anything in return,

He’s such a good guy, that even though he is very strong,

Powerful enough to knock the teeth out of your mouth,

He would never lift his hand to you, his caretaker,

If you can still be called that.

Making him drink so much water he starts to gag on the tasteless liquid,

Using what little money he is given from his eight hour week job,

Instead of the food stamps he is provided.

Making foods you know he hates,

But having to eat them anyway, because it’s either that or starve.

I don’t know how someone like you,

Was given permission to care for this great person,

Does he talk too much?

He’s socially awkward?

With the amazingly kind personality he has, there needs to be flaws,

After all, he is only human.

And you, I have never met, are this monster,

I picture you with white fangs in a cruel smile,

Big hands to hurt and handle,

I see a visage of a man long forgotten.

I wish I could stop you,

From hurting this innocent man with your misplaced anger,

I could yell and scream at you obscenities,

Cry and beg for you to show some humanity,

If I could ever meet you,

Somehow get you alone,