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
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