This is a poem I wrote some time ago, about my autism that I wanted to share on here for people to read. Its called Assburger Asses, and I hope you enjoy.

Assburger Asses

Diagnosed with a little tinker in my little head

worrying my mummy when she goes to sleep in bed

Daddy don't geddit, his sonny seems quite wild

Compared to little sammy, whose manner remains mild

 

We're all on a train, with our Assburger Asses

Walking crazy car wrecks, and Living train crashes

We don't quite get the world

It all seems very scary, kind of hairy , it’s a mess

 

I get scared in the publics

I don't like it on a bus

my social life is wasted

and my love life is fucked

 

People give me headaches

Its hard to understand

I can't read you like a book

I treat people weird, like I stepped in dirty mud

 

We're all on a train, with our Assburger Asses

Walking crazy car wrecks, and Living train crashes

We don't quite get the world

It all seems very scary, kind of hairy, it’s a mess

 

 

 

 

Autistic Susie Q

and Retarded Ricky

We’re all kinda icky

To the people feeling queasy

 

We don't like what you do

To get from A-Z

Quite frankly im a mess

and quite soon I'll be in bed

 

Mother just don’t get me

when I pulled a little crazy

and daddy did a swingy

when I became very ratty

 

Society my outcast

But loved by the man

He rejects all the labels

in a fight for simplicity

 

Benny seems to win

When the odds are against him

When he does a failure

He takes it on the chin

 

We're all on a train, with our Assburger Asses

Walking crazy car wrecks, and Living train crashes

We don't quite get the world

It all seems very scary, kind of hairy , it’s a mess

Published by Ben Attwood