Current poems in progress...

Gossamer charity. Withered beans are bestowed
Stacked high and slathered with a toad
Fey remarks and wind wispy breathings flutter
The junk stacks high with bottle tops full of clutter
The tower burns and the goats all run screaming
But brother-in-law stands by with his teeth white and gleaming
He'll have new beans in his basket and no cares to mind
He'll marry his cousin and have a kid with many thumbs to grind
And they can go camping and picking berries and stuff
Putting hands in eachothers berry basket and acting tough
If you see 'em out there shake a stick and give a yell
Either that or they will take the world and send you all to hell
how funny are the crummy as i sit with lonely wit
see whats become a the free,peer at the queer,stare at the bare.

Or how about this
Stack up the crackers,
and alternate them with cheese.
add some Spam
and a pineapple slice or two
just give me some poi
pile sticky rice and pig on my plate
And, bring on my lovely Hula Miss
Bring on the Aloha Warrior backers,
For any football team we will beat with ease
Our dominance will never cease

I am Autism
When I was one I feared every thing

I am a 47 yr old Autistic man. I grew up not having many friends. I only found out that I am Autistic in 2002! I would only like those that are effected by it to add lines! Please, respect this poem!!!
Thank you