I am a typewriter that cannot write
I am a radio that cannot play music
I am a phone that cannot ring.
I am a lamp that cannot throw any light
I am a doorbell that cannot chime
I am a car that cannot drive
I am a television that cannot give you a picture
But if you plug me into help and services
For an adult with Asperger’s Syndrome and sensory processing disorder
I can thrive and contribute
The question is, will you?
A poem for politicians, social service agencies and those generally interested in my general welfare.