Please forgive me for my eccentricities.
Simple things are not easy to me.
It's hard for you to imagine that,
I am more comfortable on my back.
You can keep all of your stuff.
I find the floor totally plush.
Even getting soda differs to me
You can buy one, so easily.
I count back.
One, two, three
The first one is hot
The second is flat
So I always take the third one back.
What seems strange to you is sane to me.
You take short cuts,
you travel freely.
I myself, need familiarity.
I embarrass you. I'm so sorry.
I simply can't embrace conformity.
My brain is wired differently.
Ironically, even though it rhymes.
I shall mention at this time
My bizarre obsession with the letter "E"
Without an "E" You can't see.
You can’t feel,
and you can’t breathe.
A matter of fact,
you can't live.
And without an "E"
I can never be...me.