Sometimes
I open
My mouth
And people
Look at me
Goggle eyed
Or bored
And they
Yawn
Or say
You're deep
You know
And I'm not
Deep
I'm not anything
I'm just tired
This thing
Isn't so difficult
It is
The way it is
And if i don't
Spend
A bit of my
Time
Looking at it
Thinking about it
Well
I guess
I might as well
Not bother
And then
I might as well
Walk
With the zombies
Instead of
Amongst them
And that kind
Of shuffle
It doesn't
Suit me
So well
But I suppose
I've never been
One
For wearing
Clothes
To make a point
And I'm not
So sure
Who would be least
Comfortable
If I didn't bother
Wearing them
At all
Or if anyone
Would even notice
Except
Me