June 8, 2016 by Sez
Thanks a bunch, Hans.
When you noticed some boys who seemed not to make friends
The clumsy, the awkward, the oddly intense,
You saw how they seemed to have trouble with dealing
With what other people around them were feeling
You noted it down, as they’d ramble for hours
About aeroplanes, numbers or names of rare flowers.
And this little group, which you thought was all male
In all social settings you’ve set up to fail.
This condition should never be thought of with shame
But you didn’t help much when you gave it your name.
Because when you’re at school and you do not fit in
And you can’t stand the smells and the lights and the din
And the things that you say get you bullied and mocked
It doesn’t help much (and I know you’ll shocked)
When you tell your tormentors”I’m only this way
Cause I’ve got a condition, a gift you might say”
And when they stop punching and ask what the word is,
You say “Well you see, what I’ve got is