I Am Not Picky
Some say I’m picky.
I say I’m not.
I won’t eat raw noodles out of the pot,
But watch me scarf them down when they’re piping hot.
Wait a second.
I change my mind.
Today I don’t like noodles.
Some say I’m crazy.
I say that’s true.
I do not care if any of my clothes match, or my shoes.
I don’t even care if I have shoes at all.
Ouch! Oh, that hurt!
I change my mind.
Today I want my shoes, and quickly!
Some say I’m spoiled.
I have to agree, sometimes I am.
I’m spoiled with the amount of people I call my friends.
I’m spoiled with the number of people I call family, or clan.
Wait a second?
You say you’re related to me?
Today, I’m not adding any relatives, sorry.
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