Don't let your weird ways,
mess up your good days.
Let your good days,
overshadow your weird ways.
Weird ways don't disappear,
they only reappear.
They can be worst than habits,
hopping us like rabbits.

Formed doing our growth,
can be as bad as taking an oath.
Everyone has weird ways,
everyone doesn't face their strays.
No one wants to face up,
to the personal part corrupt.

Some weird ways are normal,
but to others they can be informal.
Others might not understand,
your weird ways demand.
As an individual in mind,
you know how to treat weird kind.
It's be kind and understanding,
or take a rough plane landing.

To some it's weird to be laughing,
when you're suppose to be crying.
Why would a one legged man be running,
to others watching it might be stunning.
Why do orientals eat with chopsticks,
to Americans this truly tricks,
I'm not eating with no sticks,
when there's a spoon around,
or a fork to be found.

Watchout for that pet cat,
it might end up ate.
I'm not eating no pigeon,
it's against my religion.
Not interested in pigeon pie,
be this way until I die.

What's up with this sex,
man can it be a weird hex?
Some do this,
and some don't kiss.
Others do that,
some swing a bat.
Many follow the butt,
others chase the slut.
Quite a few celebrate,
others go celibate.

One mans junk,
ends up in another mans trunk.
Another mans trunk,
ends up in another mans junk.
One man rides a horse far,
the other drives a car.

Lifes full of this,
and full of what is,
full of what ain't,
full of some can't.
Loaded with I won't,
quite a few don't.

We're all individuals,
we have many different schedules.
Tradition rules many,
environment affects plenty.
Religion cast its effect,
who in the jell is correct?

No chopsticks for me!

Of course I'll eat the chops,

Yulk, that's pig!

But it sure is good.

No pigeon, no pigeon.

What's any nastier than a chicken,
he'll eat any wing, I mean thing.

Still no pigeon but I love chicken.

No butt,

no slut,

no celebrate,
I mean masterbate,
oops I mean celibate.

Keep your junk,
wait a minute let me pick through it,
throwing away any butts,
I mean sluts,
hold it I mean slits,
oh crap I quits.
That weird.

Quit sucking that thumb,
hey, you're pretty,
give me some.

Oh shucks,
whatever makes the bucks.
No not me man.
That's weird.

Hey Jeffrey D,
uh Mr. Dominer?
you're not suppose
to eat people.

Say they taste like
chicken,
you're weird man!
This is weird.

Finished,
I mean replenished.
This is certainly wired,
I mean weird!

G