That car is a Sedan

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!

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AuthorHandsome Poet

Author. Writer of poems. Follows Jesus. Loves England with nowt taken out but lives in NL. Model railway fan. Driven mostly by ADHD. Eccentric.

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