He didn’t understand the outside world
What was in fact the world outside his head
As if he knew what “You’re an autist” meant
He just liked to put things in straight lines
Like his toy cars on a Sunday afternoon
They never asked him why he liked it so much
And they never ever understood his game
No! No! No! Not there! That car is a Sedan!
About the Author
This is me, Leendert. I am a little bit old-fashioned and I love things from the past, old series like All Creatures Great And Small and On The Buses, mechanical wristwatches, bi-focal glasses, the old Pub Clock in the living room and vinyl records on my Garrard record player for example. I like shiny rings, bracelets and necklaces. Eccentric. You can often find me in the kitchen at parties.
