Call me weird — I won’t protest,
I’ve worn stranger labels on my chest.
I hum to plants and name my toast,
And cheer the loudest for the ghost.
I dance with shadows, sip cold tea,
Argue with squirrels (they agree with me).
I laugh at clouds that look like sheep,
And dream of snacks instead of sleep.
Normal’s fine — it’s neat, it’s clear,
But boring’s just not welcome here.
So if I’m odd, then that’s preferred —
Go on, my friend — just call me weird!
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