This poem isn’t intended to poke fun or seem prejudice, its actually about an old friend of mine and is just a humorous observation.

His walk it was erratic,
He would bounce and he would sway.
He was always on a mission,
In one place he’d rarely stay.

His eyes were wide and shifty,
He would often deeply stare.
He never meant to be aggressive,
Though some people would be scared.

He would shout a lot of nonsense,
No one could understand.
He’d swear for no apparent reason,
And throw about his hands.

He suffered with tourettes,
So we’d be nice and cut him slack.
But we had to laugh out loud,
When he screamed,
Tarmac, tarmac, tarmac.






© 2018

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