Tourette's
Syn\:¥±þdrome

I'd like to hold a conversation
Like other folks who don't ¥þ%\¶3ation
But /:%\$"¶ing sounds pop out of me
And make most people want to flee.
Imagine trying to say 'I love you'
And being heard as ¶/£¥±þ you too.

By now I guess I've got you laughing,
And I admit it's sort of %\$¶%\$¶ funny,
But you've no idea of the torment
Having TS causes 4%¶%$!unny.
When you display a smirk, or shock,
I'm like a fish that you are gaffing.

It really is no laughing matter.
When I try some friendly patter
And it comes out interrupted,
By all sorts of %\$¶ corrupted,
Meanings not found in my heart;
It makes me want %\£±þ$ fall apart.

When I combine it with my lithp,
Thome people just collapthe before me;
Into paroxythmic mirth,
Or blame me for an accidental %\$¶ curthe.

If you should meet a þ%\¶$ Tourette's victim,
Please be kind ... it could be you instead of him.



Author's Note:
This poem is intended to humorously illustrate the extreme difficulties some people face in attempting to live an ordinary life among those who are not so afflicted. It is neither my intention nor my desire to ridicule or make light of the serious challenges faced by people with TS or speech impediments.


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