Ricky's Crib

Ricky really wants to be a rich kid
If he were, he'd live in a big purple castle
With a giant swimming pool, filled with rubber ducks
There would be a really cool, secret underground room
It would be filled, with endless kinds of the biggest and best toys

Ricky would soak for hours in a big ole hot tub, filled with bubbles
The castle will be called, Ricky's Secret Special Crib
He'd give free rap concerts for his friends, every night
There would be giant never ending birthday parties, every day
He'd have his own fast car, he could drive on his private track

All of Ricky's friends, could live with him forever
Nobody would ever hurt, or make fun of Ricky and his friends
Nobody Ever

© Copyright G. Jones 2008

Author Notes:
This was a conversation I recorded from speaking with one of my sixteen year old autistic high school students I work with. I created a poem from his words and presented it to him. He said, nobody had ever written anything for him before. It hangs now on the wall in our special school room. He and I are very proud.

Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series