Triangle of Torment (Asperger's Syndrome meets Stroke and NHS)
STROKE
Mad falsehoods fill the fallen hero's head
as ghosts advance apace at reason's yield.
They trample 'cross his muddied neurone map
where synapse-stumps bestalk a battlefield.
Born into life's affray, scarce half equipped,
his strategies too few for victory;
with elegant redoubt of mind's finesse;
But now comes ignominious collapse;
high-minded architecture - undermined.
He terms himself "The Spider in the
Each morning he, himself, will surely find.
Thus must he wait - stripped of autonomy
Till slowing time-tick strokes the bugger free.
