Ode to Tourettes

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An ode to Tourette Syndrome:


"TS, hold the Eliot"

My Maker has fashioned his chains for me.
My worship is guttural, unnatural,
vulgar.
I ride a hellion to work and back.
On display for commuters.
I mutter, stutter, genuflect.
I am an army of one in a war of words
that I wish not to say.
Flooding thoughts, thoughts of floods,
having not the guts to stay.
A rampant virus of Billy Ray Cyrus,
achy breaky, silicone snaky.
I worship unwillingly at the altar of
Dostoevsky and Saint Vitus.
My Gods are personal and private demons,
Ancient porno hymnals.
Flame of fury, fashioned from flailing.
I cry tears of bitter rage when I am alone,
Set me free...

Jeffery Haas

I have no experience of the syndrome but the poem is a very strong and tragic cry and well done.

That's an interesting poem. Being a girl of few words the only way I could write a poem about my Tourettes would go like this:

AAAAAAAAAAAAGH



That's about it really...

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