In Flagrante Delicto Poem by Margaret Alice Second

At least the mood swings are still the same,
came home as a martyr in distress - no pill
can stop one from being an idiot - mistakes
proliferate and clearly indicate I can't make
the grade - cannot concentrate

Using the Internet is only sometimes right
and mostly wrong, I can never guess which,
should read the green law dictionary to stop
being caught in flagrante delicto for not
using a really authoritative source

Cannot force myself to care enough about
every little rule in every obscure didactic
book, sorry for myself - just to find my
sorrows disappear, I become as happy
as a woodland sprite because

The world is such a wonderful place, nothing
people can do to me can change the marvels
hidden within reality and though I can never
please my peers being me, I cannot become
someone else, not in a million years

It is a miracle others put up with me, in a just
universe I would have been stoned to death or
cursed for my inability to express in prescribed
terms - I'm privileged to be allowed to live!