Normality Poem by Charlie F. Kane

Oh, to be normal.
I have often wished in a low moment
That my life could be normal.
One where I am a contented man,
With roast beef on Sundays,
Football on Saturdays
And waking up to a
Cup of tea and a piece of toast
From the one I love.

But that is not the life
For such as me.
Instead I have eaten
That cursed holy fruit
And can see all the good and evil-
The beauty of the mornings,
The hypocrisy of the media,
The euphoria of love,
The corrupting power of money.

Being normal
Would just not be me.

©Charlie F. Kane