You results-driven, goal-oriented scum
Your demands punish pure sanity and calm
You create panic, stress, poverty, and shame
You create wild, concealed anger in the home
Breadwinners bring home raw-nerves that burst behind privacy’s walls
Children become rage-crazed adults filling up all of our jails
I could peel off your skin slowly while you scream
You results-driven, goal-oriented scum
Teleojourney metahome before chronodark
Gobble and gulp a nourishing and hot midnight-snack
Sing for your bed-and-breakfast, as you grow, vote, and shave
Enemies, friends, and strangers are deprived slaves who give
Circulate eternally in gray streets of urban-spiral
Intimacy’s distance is confined now, in stone and metal
Flavors-of-the-months are the acquired tastes of demographics
Preferences are merging in a shared world of informatics
Cause a loud effect, bang big, then you get a cold, silent response
If, and only if, that’s that, then you take or leave anything else
Motion zooms, jumps, crawls, oozes, and flows
Live a real, true life, praise your desires
Blessings-to-count are giving you the prime spark of fire
Targets-and-gods are focusing you keen, sharp, and clear
Nobody knows your secret, the divine mother’s-milk
Teleojourney metahome before chronodark
No redeeming qualities can save you now
Thankless time and energy is blamed on you
Now your sole-providers are about to crack
You transcend what anyone could ever take
Now you’ll pay for innocence you never chose
You’re an easy target, and a source of stress
Your existence challenges the status quo
No redeeming qualities can save you now
Smug scribes, may the wave survive your damage
Smug scribes, you who shield your cherished image
Fxxk shxt, bond in beds with turds of feces
Get lost, wander in and out of phases
Let my flesh be bitten, torn, and chewed up in humanity’s teeth
Let me be forgotten, leave my bones lost in the muck of the earth
Smug scribes, keep your precious privileged leverage
Smug scribes, may the wave survive your damage
April is Autism Awareness Month
We are the targets of embarrassed wrath
We are a presence in the world around
Whether you fight us, or you’re just confused
This diagnosis is love’s oasis and hatred’s crisis
We live and die as eccentrics, punishing us is useless
We are uniqueness, we are breadth and depth
April is Autism Awareness Month
Take the red pill
Answer truth’s call
Rise and wake up
Leave the dream-trap
Shout the real news
Tackle hate’s lies
Make machines fall
Take the red pill
You, the people who hate having to think
Just continue to live life by a book
Never paradigm-shift forward at all
Human-nature is just stubbornly real
Just enjoy your cozy failures to prevent preventable events
Judge and curse proactive-people for their flustered failures to be nice
Fxxk the air with your shxt, fuming with stink
You, the people who hate having to think
Loved by some, hated by others
Living life, knowing what matters
Walking through parks in the sunshine
Keeping this body in motion
I forgot to comb my hair today, and a few scared people stared
Wrote this text in pencil, tried to make it a neat, non-boring read
We are all people with futures
Loved by some, hated by others
Red roses and blue violets never reach the stars
Red roses and blue violets never cough or sneeze
Red roses and blue violets never read or write
Red roses and blue violets never fxxk or shxt
Red roses and blue violets never go to jail
Red roses and blue violets never frown or smile
Red roses and blue violets never share our cares
Red roses and blue violets never reach the stars
then you had a scholar’s interest in each thought in my mind
then you had an angel’s compassion for each feeling in my heart
then you had a devil’s lust for each square-inch of my body
now you have an athlete’s eye for body-fat
now you have a diplomat’s ear for wrong things to say in public
now you have a health-inspector’s nose for dust-mites, hornets, and microbes
now you have a mechanic’s task-performing hands
now you have a drill-sergeant’s demanding mouth
