Lack of action in a socially distorted shit farm

A little nervous fellow sat pensively beside himself and nobody else
Ashamed and isolated by a nature he had not chosen
He was like that of an armless, orphaned infant reaching out for human contact
All the adults passed him that evening, fearing they would be abominations by association
Had he never known love?
His glistening, brown, seal pup eyes suggested the blunt end of a club was as close as he had ever come to human contact
People passed him by with ignorant eyes of assumption
You know the ones

I observed him, enchanted by the unique physique that defined him
A mass of matted hair
Nervous, darting eyes, barely recognisable through his black matted mane
Tangled from head to toe in his limbs he struggled to keep his head above water
Like some kind of hamster flamingo passively being drowned in a bucket by a horrified breeder

A softness of nature encapsulated his entirety; it sparked full body spasms of electric fear when people drew close
A factory reject, a mutant Barbie of a woman brushed her large, lopsided, plastic lungs past him on the way to the bathroom
Terrified he shook and shivered in raptures of spasmodic contortion, looking for the nearest patch of straw to cower under

This was no bar scene
This was a room of intolerant, uneducated, good-looking elitist shits
A cesspool of cruelty, ganging up on the unique golden kernel of corn
Against all odds he refused to be digested

I could smell the fear seeping from the pores of these poo patrons and grew queasy as the stench of hatred surrounded and began to suffocate him
I watched on sadly
I did nothing
I just sat there in the stinking horrid mess, hoping someone would pull the chain
It was not to be

They pointed, they laughed and they bathed him in insults, soaking his open wounds in degradation
He was on his last legs
I did nothing

Nothing

Do you understand how I feel?