Sticking out like a sore thumb,
At least I'm not locked in the masses' fist.
Writing my own tale of oddness day by day,
Building the stories I will tell my grand kids.
This might only be the preface of the plot,
While I climb the raising actions to the ledge.
I will not peek at the end of this book,
But just might burn some holes in the neighbor's hedge.
I live for the reaction of you all,
Hoping to bring smiles and laughter.
Maybe opening your eyes to the way I see life,
So this can be a successful rapture.
Please stare at me in disbelief while I blow your minds,
Beneath this crazy face their more then meets the eye.
  Thoughts,
And yes,
Most of them rhyme.