Written for: Poets United Midweek Motif~Weird
“It’s weird not to be weird”—John Lennon
Stay away from him; he’s an odd one.
See how he stares, talks to himself?
Mom, I think he is lonely,
because he has no friends,
spends days with his dog.
I want to talk
to him, ask
of his clothes;
I know he’s poor.
His door is never
open. He wears a key
on a chain. His parents work
long hours. Because he looks different
than others doesn’t mean he’s not sane.