By Jacob Gutnicki
They look at my face
And say, is he in outer space
They say, what a waste
He’s playing with toothpaste
I say, look at me
Walking on my knee
Bet you think it’s crummy
I think it’s very funny
I have been call wild
I am the autistic child
Don’t expect me to speak
Just because you say eek
Don’t be in a funk
Because I play with junk
Some think I am a foolish prancer
They don’t know I grow up to cure cancer
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