Creatures of Habit

What adorable creatures of habit we are from our daily sweet routines we never stray far When a wrench is thrown in our time honored gladness it brings about a delightful madness To be odd, to make strange, upset the rituals to do what is different, to make it habitual Watch as the masses they squirm and condemn watch as the comfort is drawn out from them Watch them stammer with fury when you ask “why not? It's fun” as they answer, robotic, with a silly “simply not done” The foolish, the simple, the ones with closed and set minds have no just reasoning to tell what “correct” should define What adorable creatures of habit they are from their daily routines they never stray far When I throw a wrench in their time honored regularity I watch the madness spread; the sweet peculiarity