I am the age of a deck of cards
I am the age
of a deck of cards
From ace to
king four times
I feel this
age each single day
Having now
changed my climes.
I am the age
of weeks in a year
I'm not sure
if I care
I stopped
enjoying getting old
When life
stopped being fair.
I am the age
of Shakespeare, dead,
If you
believe the tale
Supposed to
teach the kids, and yet
My mind just
draws a pale.
I am the age
of just past pass,
I ought to
have some fun
Should, yes,
but I don't even know
What day the
bin men come.
I am the age
of Tellurium
But God, my
head's not strong
Teenagers
are all just mad
And we don't
get along.
I am the age
of little white keys
That play a
sharpless tune
I never
learned that ‘til just now;
Wasted all
of June.
I am the age
of a kids’ cartoon
I wouldn't
understand
The jokes
are childish, stupid, wrong,
And half of
them, just bland.
I am the age
of a Mexican phone
Whate’er
that mad stuff means
But what
really drives me up the wall;
I'm actually
sixteen!
I am the age
of four-by-four,
And clearly,
I don't act
Everything I
said before
Is total,
blameless fact.
I am the age
of parties, sweet,
But they
make my head pound
The next
house party that I see
Is burning
to the ground.
I am the age
of hot consent
And God, I'd rather not
With warmth,
and touch, and noise, and touch,
It can get
quite a lot.
I am the age
of college kids
Doing my
best to date
I get along
with teachers, but
A friend my
age'd be great.
I am the age
of rebellion
But I just
want some order
Ironically,
in some respects,
It's due to
a disorder.
I am the age
of income tax
And I know
what that means
I learned
about it high on sweets
While others
texted memes.
I am the age
of ‘kind’ remarks
You're mature for your year!
And falling
from their social favour
Brings
overwhelming fear.
With autism,
it's difficult
It can be
great, it can be hard
Especially
when, at just sixteen,
I am the age
of a deck of cards.
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