I don't think you are listening to me.
I make no attempts,
To duplicate the efforts of others
For comparison purposes,
That may gain your approval.
If I left that impression...
May I have it back?
I am carving out my path in this jungle.
Alone and slightly nervous...
Without a sigh of desperation or fear.
I want to make that clear,
To anyone in doubt...
And in observation!
I am not the 'next' of anything!
I am the first of everything.
I will ask for your advice,
Perhaps.
And if I do so...
It is not a request to hold your hand,
Or be handcuffed to ideals!
This is what I want understood.
This is what I want you to understand.
And that is the only reason you noticed!
The fact that I enjoy eating crumpets,
Sipping mint tea naked in public...
Is MY decision,
And has nothing to do
With seeking attention,
Trust me!
What do you mean I am being arrested?
Because I attest restrictions?
I protest.
I don't think you are listening to me,
Officer!
I choose to be eccentric!
And the other patrons are offended by that!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-choose-to-be-eccentric/
