I wonder what
they thought
before the doctors
began to diagnose
autism? Were there
just a bunch of
anti-social,
rainman-type,
idiot savants who no
one knew were
really just simply
autistic, blocked
from so-called
“normal” forms of
communication?
How many child
prodigies were over-
looked, genius
unfulfilled?
Then South
Park resumes, and I
let the idiots
entertain my numbed-by-society
brain.
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It’s foggy tonight.
sometimes i think
it’s the coming rain,
or sorrow,
or pain,
or simply my brain,
the years of smoking too much
or drowning my fear
in gallons of beer,
tumblers of whisky
on the rocks.
other times i think
it’s just my life,
the listless minds surrounding
me, my craving need
for something
anything
more than this
inconsequential existence.
or perhaps it’s only
the full moon rising,
the pink-blue sunset,
the bitter wind, as i walk down
the street, away from
you and you and you.
And I give the world the proverbial finger.
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