Dishing on the Disc (POW)

I am in distress, from a disjointed spine, dislocated disc, discovered

by a disinterested chiropodist ,disabled by a disadvantaged brain,

who offered me an aphrodisiac , a childish man. I was disillusioned

by his blandish remarks, as he brandished his caddish cloddish behavior

in the coldish of ways.

I know I have disabilities, my discomfort tells me that , but I'm

unaccustomed to being at a disadvantage and like to disaffiliate

myself , disaggregate with those I disagree with and disallow

disappointingdisapproval to disseminate my disbeliefs. I can discard

what I deem to be discernible and discard and discharge those I

find disappointing.

I'm a strict disciplinarian and dislike disclosing discombobulated

discontentments to discouraging people trying to open

up a discourse with me on my possible disability and hate it

when they are discourteous to me. In the discourse of discovering

my discreet disc displacement , I actually wanted to disappear.

I discarded his discernments as his disconnection with

reality was really discernible.

Because of my discontentment with him, I decided to disconnect

from him, and find a new discreet , less dishonest discretionary

disability doctor. I don't want to discredit anyone here, ordistract

from the fact, that I'm disdainful of disgruntled and disagreeable

disheartened dispensers of diseases of dislocated discs. Actually

I dislike them very much. I would like to dislodge from their brains

any dismal outlooks they may dispense to me. It is to my dismay

that dismissing this is like saying I don't have a disorder. I am in

no way disoriented, or disorganized, I just don't want to hear

disparaging dispatches that dispel how I distinctly feel about myself.

I disapprove of dispensers of medications who disperse them

with disinterest at my displeasure. I show my displeasure

with my disposition sometimes causing disputes but I am not

disqualified from disregarding disreputable disrespectful

disruptive advice that meets with my dissatisfaction. I don't like

being dissed either, and old and disabled or not I feel I could

disassemble some of these pill pushing dispensers. I certainly

let them know when I dissent giving them a disconcerting

dissertation.

None that I have met are dissimilar , that is very distressing

to me. I am disdainful and perhaps my discussionsdisenchant

some and think I am being disrespectful, but I don't like the

disadvantage I am at. Am I being disagreeable here?

I don't like being disallowed to express my disapproval ,

childish of me I don't disagree, but don't like being disarmed

as though I am disassociated and dismissed and a third

party.

I will do all to prevent a disaster especially when all the facts

are not being disclosed. I want to go disco dancing, even if

it causes me some discomfort, I don't want to discompose

my whole life, discontinue new discoveries or discredit anyone.

At my own discretion, I want to discriminate what I can

and cannot do and I'm not yet disenchanted or disappointed

and while my hair may get in disarray now and then, I am

the Disco Queen.