I'm said to be normal.
It's sad cause they warble
about today's material,
which is ever mercurial.
But the fact is I'm tame,
and we all think I'm lame
cause of my being domestic.
I can't just become eccentric.
They laugh at their own jokes.
My gaff: Starting no hoax
at making myself look wilder,
maybe stating I defiled her.
They talk with abandon.
They balk at anything
I try to tell for reversal
told to puppets in rehearsal.
There's fun always with me.
They shun anything I need
from them to find my across
without them resorting to toss.
I watch conversation
and botch ostentation
toward the group of the abnormal,
cause I'm the one who is normal.
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