THE NEW NORMAL # 2

Hey what the... WTF
You can't swing like that
That's a rat, no a bat, maybe a pat
Hell that's just a moment
And that's just that

Hey oh my... OMG
You can't wing like that
The speck on the mat proves it cat
Hell that's just a moment
And that's just that

I will spill the wine
If you're not feeling fine
I would swing a reacher
Pull you close and push away the reaper

Hey, that does not make sense
All that rhymes and so I write, a pence
A pencil is all you need for your thoughts
And that's what my penny bought

Your hair are the purpose
So are your soles
Take a trip in my mind
Feel the rip, parting the opposite poles

Hey Baby, Normal is in the Mind
And in the way you grind
And in the way you show your kind
Touch the maze of my synapses
The way back is indeed hard to find.