Of Asses and Burgers

A scarlet letter and a silent one Transparent “A” on my forehead Never seen, but you will know it’s there Or see its effect, I can only fake it so long Dad lives in a relative solitude; just what he prefers Daughter’s got some of it too, much harder for a girl The middleman’s also got a touch of it; lucky me! Clownish, klutzy social dummy, how does your garden grow? We’ll love you for who you are, so long as it’s what we are Thanks anyway, just not wired to be a follower Find someone else to stand on the lowest rung And try to claw their way frantically upward Mostly it's that I prioritize differently-- Rationality over belonging. Just a trifle, no? You'd be surprised the enormity of that gulf. Lifetime staring across it, only recently knowing why "Don't be so hard on yourself, you’re normal," You try to reassure me, as if that’s a kindness Stick around, friend-o, you’ll see, Human social world’s design just not for me, I await your furrowed brow. You see, there's this thing called a mirror neuron --Mine suck-- So I've had to painstakingly figure it all out Instead of just knowing what to do or say, Ever. Pardon me, I did not ask for this burger Never aspired to aspirate ass burgers I didn’t invent this excrement. Couldn't. Wouldn't. Your planet, not mine, folks. 4/21/16 For Contest: Own it! Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan