Phenomena

Phenomena I hate being normal 'Cos normal is abnormal. It throws norm-man into abysmal. I'd like the sun in the night. To shine,see the wicked's breast. I'd like the stars,lay above the moon. The moon in the day's boon. Let' us sleep on the day And in the morn rest. Let there be nonexistent mourn But in the spree of joy we'll eat corn. Let kings turn servants At least savants for once servants savaged. Let poverty go extinct Extinct from our instincts Instincts that produce succinct. Let tint of enmity demise Demise 'cos love will pay the price. Let trees grow only on mountains Its certain our legs will heighten. I hate being normal 'Cos normal is abnormal. 2017