Aren't we all so ****** special?
I am different, I am weird, I am clunky,
I am quirky and just a little feared.
He's dressed in black, he smokes and
leans on walls using his back.
He has a troubled past, a future uncertain
and a present behind the curtain.
He's wearing jeans, he's cutting steak.
what difference does it really make?

He knits, he swims, he skates and hates
the curl in his greasy hair. He ****** the bed
until six and cried about the spot on his head,
he got when he smashed it against the wall
after a nasty fall.

He is so ******* special,
but aren't we ****** all?