Rainbows and Sparkles
I may be cuckoo for coco puffs but you have the personality of a wet sock.
I am a beautiful and rare gem. You're a boring grey rock.
You call me unhinged and mentally unstable. But I don't see anyone who wants to sit at your table.
Most people find me endearing and quirky. But you are as fun as a cold frozen turkey.
What I call unique is what you call weird. When people are true to themselves, they are often feared.
Of course a basic beyach like you would call me bat dung crazy.
It is better than being stupid, whiny and lazy.
People mock me because I am different. I pity them because they are all the same.
I admit I am a bit ridiculous but at least I'm not lame.
My antics are outrageous and at times loud.
I would rather be an odd duck that to blend in with the crowd.
You may say I am insane and mad as a hatter.
But my madness is brilliance.
By attempting to insult me, you actually flatter.
What you call wack-a-doodle others call creative genius.
I love who I am and flaunt my uniqueness.
My aura is rainbow and sparkles. I am a bit of a freak.
But yours is beige, drab, forgettable and weak.
My wonderful vibrant personality is often celebrated.
But your sad existence is barely tolerated.
I embrace my eccentricities. It's all part of my charm.
Does unapologetically being myself cause anyone harm?
My quick wit and outspokenness is why I am adored.
When people hear you talk, they yawn and act bored.
You may say I am bonkers and nuttier than a fruitcake.
But at least I am not phony or plastic or fake.
I may have a few screws loose but at least I am good in bed.
I bet when your husband is pumping into you, that you just lay there and play dead.
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