spasticus (autisticus)
Singer:dury, ian
'cos my middle is a riddle
and i quibble when i scribble
hello to you out there in normal land
you may not comprehend my tale or understand
as i crawl past your window give me lucky looks
you can read my body but you'll never read my books
i'm knobbled on the cobbles
'cos i hobble when i wobble
so place your hard-earned peanuts in my tin
and thank the creator you're not in the state i'm in
so long have i been languished on the shelf
i must give all proceedings to myself
54 appliances in leather and elastic
000 thank you's from 27. spastics