Odd Girl Out
I’m well aware that social niceties aren’t always in my repertoire
My pinky doesn’t crook just right when I sip red wine through a plastic straw
My language isn’t ladylike, and I’m far too fond of bawdy humor
And any talk of my good graces are seldom more than just a rumor
Polite company eschews my presence
Seems I’ve never learned my lessons
I can’t behave, cannot sublimate all the crazy ideas running willy nilly through this brain.
Everything lost; nothing to gain.
I wrote this whilst listening to Freebird in a funky downtown pizza shop.