Almost a Hutain
I don't really try to fit in
not that it often matters
but when people are next of kin
and glare like I'm the mad-hatter
it makes my thoughts all scatter.
Then not knowing what to say,
(“No explosions, dear Lord”, I pray)
I go and empty my bladder.
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