I am an aberrant abomonation of this society’s ideals
I am not even close to thinking about marrying
Or popping out a hoard of children
That I couldn’t possibly afford
thank you very much!
I like the way the buzz of a tattoo gun feels
And I plan to meet with it even more
To adorn myself with messages of peace and love
And the things I love
Does that bother you?
I don’t go to church every Sunday
(Or any Sunday for that matter)
But live a more moral life
Than half the people who claim righteous superiority
So what does that say?
I happen to think there is a better way
Other than making others live by what I believe
To go through life
But sometimes the frustration bubbles over
We all need to vent!
I do my best to appreciate and accept the differences
And deeply appreciate those who do the same
But it doesn’t always feel that way
Then I’m reminded
Of the aberrant freak that I am
