The Truth Behind Odd Balls
Too ‘Off’ for the odd balls or the cool kids,
wherever does that leave this lady’s quill?
The common symptoms don‘t really show,
I’m afflicted with chronic poetry disorder.
Wherever does that leave this lady’s quill?
Absolutely in anguish, drifting nowhere.
I’m afflicted with chronic poetry disorder,
being me means you’re the squarest peg.
Absolutely in anguish, drifting nowhere
every voice matters until you don’t fit.
Being me means you’re the squarest peg,
that is probably why I keep on writing.
Every voice matters until you don’t fit,
iced out by the festive word .. inclusive.
That is probably why I keep on writing,
maybe I’m searching for the imaginary.
Iced out by the festive word.. inclusive,
the common symptoms don’t really show.
Maybe I’m searching for the imaginary,
too ‘Off’ for the odd balls or the cool kids.
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