Ordinary

Why have I not dared myself to see,

The sad sad reality.

Why have I let myself be carried away by that mesmerizing fantasy.

Why have I forgotten to shiver in the cold.

Cause I’m desperately happy.

Too indecent to live like an ordinary being.

It’s bad to be repetitive but it’s worse to be ordinary,

But being ordinary is not a sin.

I don’t wonder if I really am a good poet.

I just write.

I don’t care if I sound like an old woman screaming.

I just sing.

Too the ordinary, I seem extraordinary and strange,

But among the intellectuals, I am a singer.

Cause I’m desperately happy.

Too indecent to live like an ordinary being.

It’s bad to be repetitive but it’s worse to be ordinary,

But being ordinary is not a sin.

I am too bored to live. I’m not about to kill myself.

I’m despised by a few, I shall not underestimate myself.

I’m not good looking, I’m neither good sounding.

People don’t always mean what they say.

I have not much to bray,

So screw me.

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