Normal People

Normal people come in packs of six Some are born in cardboard boxes In suburbs, in summer, in campers In the middle of the middle class In clicks and clacks on railroad tracks Rich people shower frequently in power In God we trust the upper crust to laugh Normal people want mobility Up To supper in good company To be pretty as a picture on the beach To frolic in the waves of milk and honey With apologies to Jesus people sing Some dance in fire merrily Normal people come in from the cold Candy sweet and happy to be seen Some come from baby factories From across the street in greeting seasons Middle class people love the poor They love themselves much more That is why babies are born Subways are for the pedestrian class Travelling from left to right transformative In nature train people are always in motion Moving on is always right The mundane remain the same With Happy Hour and a six pack waiting Somewhere down the line the land cracks open It is another earthquake opened with a smile