Paul Siekor

Aspie Rap

Paul Siekor is my pen name. I was officially diagnosed with Asperger’s in my early 60s, and I revitalised a youthful interest in writing poetry as a means of processing my new self-understanding.

In recent years my poems have been published in The Reluctant Elfqueen blog, Plague 2020: A World Anthology of Poetry and Art About Covid-19, The Lockdown Rhythm anthology, Academy of the Heart and Mind, All Poetry.com, and Literature for the People magazine. I live in Cornwall, UK and I’m working on several autism-related writing projects. I strongly believe in the right of adults to self-diagnose as autistic. Photography is one of my passions and the picture represents a walk along Hayle Estuary, Cornwall, revisited in a dream.

Everybody
Is too hard to please
Hardly anybody
Makes me feel at ease
Behind the thank-yous
Behind the please
Is a world of lies
And a bucket of sleaze

I’m a cool Aspie cat in the dark
And I’ll play being normal for a lark
But when shove comes to push and it all gets too much
I’ll just go for a walk in the park

Being Aspie
Is just no breeze
It’s a three-legged cat
Upon a trapeze
Can’t open your ears
Cos in come the fleas
And people think
You’ve some mental disease

I’m a cool Aspie cat in the dark
And I’ll play being normal for a lark
But when shove comes to push and it all gets too much
I’ll just go for a walk in the park

But what it could be
Nobody agrees
So under the covers
I’ll buzz like the bees
The sound of my snores
Will topple the trees
As I journey to distant
Territories
In my mind I can find
The ultimate keys

I’m a cool Aspie cat in the dark
And I’ll play being normal for a lark
But when shove comes to push and it all gets too much
I’ll just go for a walk in the park

But what it could be
Nobody agrees
So under the covers
I’ll buzz like the bees
The sound of my snores
Will topple the trees
So I’ll stay there a while
With some sweet memories
That I had to create
From cloth of the cheese
And before I come back
Hell will over-freeze

I’m a cool Aspie cat in the dark
And I’ll play being normal for a lark
But when shove comes to push
And it all gets too much
This, that and such and such
Oi – did I say you could touch
Or give me a cwtch (*)
Don’t give me surprises
My blood pressure rises
I drop my disguises
I hate too loud voices
And too sudden noises
Stop!
I don’t wanna talk
I’ll just go for a walk
in
the dark