Mad
Mad they say I appear it
the price of a free spirit
you won’t find me conforming
like Norman learning from Gordon before him
with ordinary Audrey of course how they all be
and Shirley who surely showed she the sheep need
supposedly me unblended with society
slightly odd I be obviously
I’ve problems impulsive exciting
intentions repulsive insulting
they laugh or sit sulking
too I inciting
to strike like a light beam
bright like lightning
loud like thunder
awake like slumber
unpredictable actions
must stop acting them
the impact in fact
an exact dumb
too them for me fun
offensive unthought
offending I thought
I’ll own up
I’ve never grown up
they tried to correct me they just corrupt
psychologically struck psychology stuck
to get this head needs more than luck
style starved wild card vile bard child heart
if you don’t fit in you drive them berserk
one of those being different perks
around him awkwardly
cus he aint ordinary
aint married Audrey
aint how he ought to be
lost hold the wally
off his trolley
in rain without brolly
didn't eat his broccoli
or turn out properly
no Norman or Gordon
certainly not Shirley
and assuredly not Audrey
oh how tools breed
that was a top read
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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