Pull Over
Tall, grey skinned, big head
Normality is my ignorance
Part desire, part need
I was exhaled by stars
Slip and slides?
I knew of nebulas
Solar crotch rockets
What we called them back then
“The glory years”
Who am I?
Where did I come from?
Don’t answer, just stare
Please make sure I’m as nervous as can be
Count to three...
I sit with Gods but plead with policemen
I promise you I’m normal
To be at odds with yourself
over whether or not you belong can give humans what I call “the furrow brow”
Laughing is my new habit
True
bad puns and all
it’s alienation
At the very least. I garnered some wit
Some class
A tempting of sorts
I sit by a meteor sent by a shower
Simulate kiss symbols and practice saying "I do"
I’ll never be like you
I’ll never be like any of you
I come from the stars
You come from lakes
Driving fast got me here
Then again
I’m not from these parts...
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