Some people are normal
I have heard this
And I have seen it on the internet
So I know it to be true.
Thus far, I have not seen any
But they must be out there
Maybe in Iceland, the green country
Or Greenland, the icy country.
But everyone would agree,
Normal, Green, or otherwise,
That I am not among
The saner occupants of this world.
It is indisputable fact
And anyone you ask will tell you.
I am loopy as a bobbin,
Barmy as a Tribble,
Creepy as a red-eyed Ood,
And many other things
None of which are reassuring.
When I was a child, I had friends
Who only I could see
And I would act out what they said.
One of them was One-Eyed Spock.
He was very crotchety
But he meant well
As long as you didn't ask him
About the missing eye.
Still, there are moments
Rare ones, but still moments,
When I manage to be nearly, almost
A healthy member of society.
For instance, I am quite proficient
At cleaning wooden floors
And stacking cereal boxes stably
And passing tests on obscure topics
All of which I consider to be
Indispensable skills.
There is a point to this rambling
I am getting there, quick as a sloth
And it has to do
With my original topic
Or normalcy versus me.
This evening I went upstairs
And no one even blinked.
You know you are gone
Very far gone
When your family accepts without question
The fact that you want to wear
A rubber duck on your head.
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