Autism on Demand

  The Horse, The Mule, The Ass Behold the horse the mule the ass standing there slowly masticating the long green grass The horse full of pride For tomorrow his master will take him for a ride To his master's love, they will go He will ask her to marry And he will carry away to fields greenest His white main shining in all its glory Pride growing in his magnificent chest With him in tow, he knows,   she simply can't say no The ass, lazy as always Tomorrow his master is going to move some firewood,  as   always And he is going to make himself a burden, as always His master will scream and curse Thereafter his master will resort to his cane As always he will make sure only to move after the hundredth blow The mule knows his master will need his help to move some bricks He will not fuss or try any tricks It is not pleasant work But it is what keeps him and his master fed And when it grows dark And in good conscience the land of dreams he can embark copyright reserved...

  We March to War   In the name of God, we go to war Hereafter there will be reason to fight no more   Hear the sound of our marching feet Taking us to the foes we would meet Defeating them would be an easy feat We would cut them down like wheat   Our enemies we would meet with sword and spear Our shields battering against hoof, tooth and claw Our enemies are nothing to fear Our swords will make them be no more   In the name of the devil we march to war We will stomp the enemy into a bloody gore   We will administer swift Justus No one will be spared. Just us We are the master race We are the ones no one can face   Through their ranks, we will cut a bloody path Butchering their pitiful soldiers will be a laugh At the point of our swords, their villages will burn O don’t let their pathetic screams make our stomach churn   copyright reserved  © Autism on Demand 2024

An Ode to The "Great" Conquerors of History Some often look fondly upon history's great warlords Leading their mighty hordes Wielding their shiny swords Intent on squashing the whole world under their thumb An intention rather dumb Their chances of doing so, being next to none But come now let's look at a few Let us look at some of history's best Let us do so in jest Let us see if their greatness is so true   Alexander the Great He had an ego that only wanted to inflate He believed himself to be the son of a god O the poor mistaken sod   Julius Caesar Known by some as that one old geezer He caused the Senate some irritation Which lead to his assassination   Atilla the Hun Boy did he have a lot of fun His favorite pastime was to kill and maim Letting blood flow like rain   Napoleon Bonaparte At Waterloo, he was blown apart He was an irritating little man Sticking his nose in anywhere he can Often times forgetting that they were...

Nonsense Poem   Would you compose mad stories! Like every full wet cloud Just poring dark ice Covers all the air A slow cloth Fall to heaven A sun will ever fade away Completely Celestial bliss Embrace my deep love Forget your strange universe Lift an eternity Would you compose mad stories! Like every full wet cloud Just poring dark ice Covers all the air A slow cloth Fall to heaven A sun will ever fade away Completely Celestial bliss Embrace my deep love Forget your strange universe Lift an eternity copyright reserved  © Autism on Demand 2024

  Inches from salvation   his breath was heavy and his legs were leaden but still he carried on he was only half a mile from the border with the enemy following his trail a trail of red running through the icy forest covered in a blanket of white from behind he heard harsh voices of men led by the sound of barking hounds his scent heavy in their nostrils the only thing between him the border and freedom he limped into a clearing where his eyes were met by a frozen lake the border his freedom he was a mere fifty feet from his freedom his heart pounded with fear and with joy only fifty feet until his salvation forty five feet later his pursuers had found the end of the trail he felt the metal of the bullet biting into his back sending him tumbling down his hot blood mingling with the icy snow there he laid still a red river running from where the bullet had entered his body he stretched his hand out and continued crawling for...

      My Hovel   In my putrid hovel the fire burns low For sustenance I have a pressing need This wrenched meat has died days long gone But I am starving, therefore I must feed   This bloody war has drawn on far too long This horrid thing has robbed me of everything Where are my sons, so youthful and so strong They, struck down by a wretched ox hide sling   Armed with copper spears we marched off to war I had never made it to the battle An illness struck me, I could fight no more Left behind, my people slaughtered like cattle   All because they don’t worship the same gods as us Now who cared, the gods have forsaken us copyright reserved  © Autism on Demand 2024