'I stood outside when all was grey, couldn't see a thing
One by one the drops of rain soaked me to my skin,
Took away my pain, gave me back my grin'

Monday, 10 January 2011

Formally Abnormal

You may not find him normal

and he thanks you for the compliment

You may not find him formal,

he has never been an ornament

You may not comprehend him

Cannot place him

In a box like bricks

You think to then be friendly

To pretend he

Is like family

To ease your curiosity

To know which box

You have to tick

But he can see right through you

Very few do

So you won't expect

The card he has stashed up his sleeve

The one last hand before he leaves

You may not find him normal

Find him quite the same as anyone

But he is rather

formally abnormal

Just like everyone

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