What is normal? Ah, that difficult question to answer.
Yes, the ethos of society communicates (thru various
media) the gamut of tolerance. Nonetheless, a vague
boundary circumscribes the parameters. Though this
alert, civil, genteel individual pays obeisance (grudgingly)

to the coda of this society, he does attest to follow
the beat of his drummer ever since being a wee little sprout.
Herewith follows an additional introduction (albeit
in poetic format) to one **** sapiens amidst the children,
men and women within the human sea.

The Joy of Bing Skits zoid ™

When just a whippersnapper of a little boy
Me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed
For doctor removal of my adenoid
Less to prevent their only son from being coy

Than fear of said male heir to the Harris throne
Becoming an android
A less than agreeable likelihood, especially
In tandem with predilection of goy

This fateful outcome unfazed this now green giant,
Not the least bit annoyed
As captain crunch (before childhood end)
Beckoned yours truly with “A HOY”

Horrified that my parents would be so blithe
To steer their son clear to avoid
Psychotic outcome to deliver obliviousness
And thus bring inner joy

So, they sent their peculiar male progeny
Believing he to be Pink Floyd
Who found himself evicted desperately
And in sore need of gainful m ploy

So he began his therapy
In the orifice er office of Sigmund Freud
Who bore a striking resemblance
To a wooden pecked prickly shaped toy

This mental analysis delved into past – outcome
I felt less than overjoyed
Despite boss be addressed
As Oedipus wrecks and
pay verbal homage that did cloy

Dredging layered past devoid
Of love, yet
Flush with fallacious prevaricated abuse
From mister Lloyd Lavinsky,
A male lore demon of a grade school bully
Forsooth sanity he destroyed.