Too Many Freaks, Not Enough Circuses
by Joules Z.
February 24, 2009

I’m surrounded by freaks.
Where did these wacky creatures come from?
Drama queens, drunks, drill sergeants, and geeks.
I wonder as I chew my sweet nicotine gum.
I rather stay in my head
than interact with these weirdos.
Are their heads just full of lead?
What do they know? Who knows.
I then like myself more,
since I’m different than they,
though I’ve been nuts before,
I’m not so far gone astray.
They’re either loud or they smell
or can’t control their behaviour,
so I retreat to my sweet shell,
yet this group dynamic I savor.
So it’s a nice crowd to see,
as annoying they are, it’s true,
since I’m glad that’s not me,
even though I’m a freak too.