Cray

It's one thing to be human, the same thing to be flawed

and another to have so many that there ought to be a law.

I tend to ignore about ninety-nine percent of our culture

and be completely obsessed with most of the rest.

I tend to walk around with a thousand-yard stare.

One flight of stairs leaves me panting for air.

I need time alone, in extended periods.

My particular brand of social ineptitude is not overly endearing,

A fact which I point out at any given opportunity.

If I have a joke, I make it,

An escape route, then I take it,

Yet I have friends anyway.

People cray.