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They say I am crazy But who are they? I dare to be different No matter what they say What is normal? What great mind decided what it is? Someone with his nose in the air Someone without kids His heart is cold He doesn’t care Sniffing into a fancy handkerchief Drinking from a teacup with His pinkie shoved up in the air I gotta a finger for him I can shove it up in the air too I am extravagant and charismatic He’ll be lucky if I don’t sue I am unique and one of a kind I assure you crazy, I am not I am a walking sideshow by choice How insulting to be called a hot-shot I am something unexpected I love the attention Sometimes rejected I am never unkind But if Mr. Normal Does not leave My foot he will receive Up his ass with a twist I am crazy, I insist by Renee Robinson






















































