Normal People

Normal people come in packs of six Some come from boxes in suburbs PB&J are code for find more bread Served with milk at lunch let us pray Middle class people shower the rich Maybe more gifts will do the trick Transforming matter into power Normal people want mobility Throw them a biscuit if you please Subways are for the pedestrian To call them trains would be trite Mundane remains the same Somewhere down the line A six pack is waiting Happy Hour has got your back