You got asperger, kid!

	Duration: 05:14 minutes Upload Time: 2007-11-07 02:59:59
Aspierap! You got Asperger's, this ain't a barbecue. It's your whole afternoon though, lost down a rabbit hole, looking for a timepiece, wonder when your date's at, wonder if she'll visit you at all today — relax. Wonder how many ribbons to expect in her hair — to deflect talk of triplets in respect for the pair or to stare at the bow made of four different colors — didn't notice someone talking to you: there were others in the room, out in the gloom of the periphery. To shift your focus for a moment is to give the ribbons liberty, and that's to suggest they make escape. This is a secret from the future: can't rewind like a tape. Got to make the best and the most of each moment as it happens, got to keep your eyes on those bows, got to trap in your vision all four of them 'cause this is a first: she might have noticed last time that you like ribbons that are hers. And sometimes you wish you didn't. Sometimes it slips your mind. But when she's supposed to visit isn't one of those times, and you're on one of those lines of thought that you encounter when you'd rather your surroundings were quieter instead of louder so that you could focus on other than a clock tick. You don't want to talk shit but the one who made the clock made the cog stick. Minutes are violent noise, obliterating what you thought of as silent poise . Miles of boys before you done got crushed out on a girl like that, her hair flush with ribbons on all occasions and every day. If only making study of the bow could stem its getaway. Letter A S P E R G E R S: wonder whether she's so confident with alphabets that she'd do it backwards skipping alternate letters. If you offer demonstration, would she consider that clever? This bitter endeavor: trying to predict a reaction. You know you're supposed to try to give the notion traction but it don't do nothing 'cept make the clock tick. It don't even do that. Yo, you got Asperger's, kid. And I feel for you, son. I know love is hard. Can't even write down all the answers on the back of a card. From the back and the far end of a cafeteria line you seem to catch sight of a ribbon. Fabric shines, and you abandon your tray, leave it clatter on the floor. You haven't planned it this way. You can't look at her no more. You don't know what her eyes are like, whether she ever smiles, whether anything other than how she wears her hair beguiles. And while some apron ladies holler at you, you clutch your left ear and stand still like a statue. You could count cut corn on the floor without subtracting misplaced fish sticks like Dustin Hoffman overacting. Ain't this already a scene in need of a fast forward? Why won't the lunch people hush, do they court discord? You think you see a flash of color fleeing; it could be worse: you could have known how many ribbons there are, if they were hers. http://frontalot.com/index.php/?page=lyrics&lyricid=42
Comments
malgeum  2008-03-31 03:40:49 I've got ass burgers? WTF?? Just joking ;) Is there a test for Asperger's I can take? __________________________________________________
BellaDolce  2008-03-26 13:43:04 As an aspie, I must say I really enjoyed this song. :) I have it on iTunes __________________________________________________
ePhilosopher  2008-03-09 07:55:00 you got aspergers dude anyway all i wanted to say was that i loved you in papillion __________________________________________________
TheStoicAgnostic  2008-03-05 19:05:30 i don't think it's offensive i don't think i could be offended by anything related with it haha i can't give an opinion but i like the picture it's like YO!! you got Asperger's!! Awesome!! haha __________________________________________________
Aceedz  2008-03-03 14:30:06 Just like all minority-parodizing videos/songs, the main purposes are to make whiny people cry and not-so-whiny people laugh. :3 Don't let it offend you, see it from a humoristic view instead. __________________________________________________