Strange but Customary

In this strange society

nobody else is like me.

Why is it necessary

that they all be contrary?

What could a world like this be

if all of them thought like me?

There’d be nothing to discuss

if they all agreed with us.

A society of birds

uses songs instead of words.

I am unable to sing.

Words don’t mean everything.

That may be why i resent

the dog gone establishment.

Walt Abbott 1-25-2012