I once came across a rather ordinary man br Who believed in being perfectly normal br He smiled at me and took my hand br And kissed it in a manner quite formal br br He took me to the movies and the shops br He seduced me until I was besotted br He fed me chocolate and push-pops br And played with my hair until it was knotted br br But every time I did something original he’d scorn br He hated my creativity and uniqueness br He ordered me to act more like the norm br And like a slave I obeyed him, I must confess br br Soon I was dressing in the fashion br I was acting like one of those sheep, too br I threw away my one true passion br And had never been so blue br br Every time I acted ‘strange’, I covered it with jokes br Sometimes he’d discover my fake outs br And I’d receive warning pokes, br Although I couldn’t stop my upset pouts br br In time I grew more miserable br So I ended our relationship br I was really tired of his bull br Though I felt my heart rip br br He found out who I was and that I’d lied br For I’d stopped pretending with the comical wit br He asked me why I was so weird and I replied br “I tried being ‘normal’ once, I didn’t like it”br br Lenore Leebr br