seeking approval before
the loneliness grows?
Autistic and ADHD (ooh look - a rabbit)
In my head an armagedon
brain confused and heavy-leaden
with it's wiring "up the junction"
short of circuit - a malfunction
not at all working like yours does
"why not?" - "who knows!" - it's all because...
I am just an A.D.H.D
a condition given me.
Makes me see what you don't see
it's my neuro-divergency
that's"C-B-A" not "A-B-C"
ain't as simple as it might be
let us try life differently
a 999 emergency
many problems consequently
this blokes also got Autism
try to see life through his prism
attention span - his gold fish bowl
is as attractive as your butt-hole!
Inattentive, inattentive inattentiveness.
Forgetful chaos, write a list,
he can't help it - bless!
The hyper-activities
blurting answers; loosing keys
constantly interrupt me
awkward in society.
Never invited socially
sandwiches, a cup of tea
flexible schedules mean anxiety
not a chance that you'll see me.
Inattentive, inattentive inattentiveness!
Forgetful, chaos, write a list
he can't help it - bless!
I am just an A.D.H.D
a condition given me
makes me see what you don't see
it's my neuro-divergency
that's "C-B-A" not "A-B-C".
Brain with it's wiring "up the junction"
short of circuit - a malfunction
not at all working like yours does
"why not?" - "who knows!" - it's all because...
I am just an A.D.H.D.
a condition given me.
Makes me see what you don't see
it's my neuro-divergency
that's "C-B-A" not "A-B-C"
ain't as simple as it might be
let us try life differently
a 999 emergency
many problems consequently
this blokes also got Autism
try to see life through his prism
attention span; his gold fish bowl
is as attractive as your butt-hole
In my head an amagedon...
I am just an A.D.H.D...
This blokes also got Autism,
try to see life through his prism.
..."Ooh look! A rabbit!"
Storm at Southstack Lighthouse
Staring into the eyes of a monster
foaming beneath us - enraged,
a rage that shakes us!
Displaying it's bright white fangs,
it blinks an eye
spitting its venom at us shouting,
"Don't come near me!"
Five more minutes
My glasses lay waiting on a small bedside table next to me. They call out to me
resting on a mat with a picture of bird whose type I don't know
waiting patiently for me to get up and put them on.
Along side the mat lies a disgarded plaster from yesterday,
one of those things you stick on your nose to,
hopefully,
stop you from snoring.
The dog obviously isn't wearing one
there,
snoring like a train
blissfully contented - as she has already had her breakfast and a trip out into the garden.
"We must get up" my glasses call once again...
"Five more minutes" I sigh!
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