Whine and Whiskey in my Wheelchair

Whine and whiskey in my wheelchair,
“Wicked, wicked life” while rolling I wale.
Wrapped in wheels and well built walls,
Wasted, my mind whys my body’s wound.
Wishing, wondering of the would-have-been,
What I could have been,
What I should have been.

Whine and whiskey in my wheelchair,
“Wronged, wronged life” while sitting I whimper.
Weighted by wheels and fates evil wrench,
Woozy, again my thoughts wonder.
Wanting, weaning the would-have-been,
What I could have been,
What I should have been.