I've just lined my pens up in a neat tidy row
The ends all together and divided just so
My papers stacked neatly I'm ready for lunch
This afternoon's duties placed in orderly bunch.
The canteen at work can be quite a bind
Loud noise and commotion with odd smells I find
I'll pop to the café and find quiet corner
Away from the hustle he knows what I order.
Eating old favourite of sausage and chips
The fries are the right size in uniform strips
I like them with ketchup only from glass bottle
Plastic ones squelchy with filthy clogged nozzle.
My meal ate in order chips first then a banger
I square off cutlery and tick off task planner
Return’s walk of admiration in drains neat order
Equal stones sunk around to form tidy border.
The clock fast approaching my time to resume
I pass friendly colleague off to lunch I assume
She smiles for a moment I'm not sure why
Quick nip to the toilet to straighten my tie.
The afternoon passes without a disruption
My system of business in orderly function
My boss asks to see me regarding tomorrow
Another department short staffed asked my borrow.
My happiness shattered my system destroyed
Haphazard disruption my efforts devoid
Who'd complete all the tasks I must leave behind?
To clear up another fool's mess undermined.
Accepting instruction a day in toil hell
Tidier contraption by day's end work knell
Swift escape to homestead a peaceful domain
Detox with a soda and matching jewels game.
A life of comfort in trails of the known
I’m fine until something removes me from zone
It must have been new once and felt rather odd
To others I must seem a right awkward sod.
© Simon Mack 2014
Simon Mack's comments: Autism & the gift of life form it delivers described here in this brief poetic story. A misunderstood condition that brings solace & comfort in means valid yet away from the tracks of the many.
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