Disability Verse (no not Curse): Our Verse will hit the Dart in the Bull'sEye

Come take a Course with Sappho, no Matter
if you are Ill, down deep and Depressed.
Poetry can Heal a Nervous Wreck, A-
D-D- (Oh, I forgot where?) The Records
we'll set them Straight or Curvy what the Hell
All Shapes and Sizes all Neurons Welcomed.
Any Uptakers? Ridalin? Okay
no hay problema.  We will Educate
ourselves and all the Falsies Too who Think
that they are Better and Smarter for when
asked they answer 2+2.While numbers
we Use them Wryly Stitching Metered Lines
to Prosodize the Ableist's Mythic Lies:
YES! Verse hits the Bullshit Eye's Everytime.

I'm accessible. I'm a geek; worked my way up from nerd,

--for the autistic young child voted out of the classroom

I'm a geek, worked my way up from nerd.
My job is clear: it's to assist my tribe.
We got the full range of learning styles here,
and best of all they're protected by law,
that is if we practice it and the rights
supplied by the Constitution, ADA,
and certain Civil Rights statues, the Act
of Rehabilitation and the states do
also have their mandate to afford access
to all qualified applicants, students,
and workers. Beyond these tracts of legal
provision, there is the simple golden
rule. Everyone has heard it, yes or no?
Don't answer out loud, just think it Over.

Neurological Blizzard: Doctor Poetry

Ah, don't ask me for introductions, you'd
probably prefer not to unwind me
Just Invite me. I’ll be There. I've no Need

for Small Talk, I am Paperless and Papered

and Credentialed to Speak without Apologies.

Am I an illegal you might be wondering?
I've got a lot to say about that.Wanna see?

I sense it is True beyond Doubt quite

Self-Evident. I’m a Performance Poet.

Accurate literary Historian, and sort of

an Aesthetic Marxist if you must det. by

Simple Association to Walter Benjamin

Franklin. There you Go, a Conflation.

(No, not conflagration.  Psss. it is ...elsewhere.~

Now, a memory of Mrs. Feiber…(and WCW-like:

the mouths of Polish mothers spikes American

language, its not Britisher.  Find it among the

Broken of Mind, the Ill, Indigent, Immigrant,

Infirm—all my patients they are mine—But,

once in a while F-Off! I’ve a woman to whore

and I am her, the lame male, the Doe, female,

Dionysian, Flores para los santos,

There in Mayaguez, Elena, Mother,

“Two Pendants: for the Ears.”

I’m a Special Collections Library Fellow,

Hello, yes I am here. Might you just assist

me? I am presently exhibiting an inside Weather.

It’s Culturally Constructed? WTF

WCW mental Mania, Dual contraction,

forging itself. Break the line Somewhere

REAL don’t let me down now,

I’ll erase it later, but I must say it now, I AM SAD,

So Depressed, its hurts in my Ears, Temples,

UnderArms, in my Dreams, Yet, it is not Really There

Which disturbs me. Let me Go Let me go

Madness, stop following Me.

[Emo Fever is not Obsession, it is  not

Literature, it is autoture.  It’s my Autism,

or Neurological Blizzard…I won’t hurt you.

I’m not Crazy, Insane, or Retarded…But what

if I were?  Who'd you wear anOther Cap?]
Are you speaking of Hats with multiple Features?