They accused me of being full of my own shit,
And I asked them whose shit I should be full of
If not my own?
I don't understand this world,
And it doesn't understand me.

So my telephone doesn't ring.
My notifications don't notiffficate.
My elevator doesn't go all the way to the top.

My fog horn blows.
My fog bells ring.
But the damn fog comes anyway!
I don't understand this world,
And it doesn't understand me.

-jenn