A Funny Thing

He turned around

He looked much older

I scuffed the ground

The room got colder

And then he says, "It's a funny thing,

Stranger than fiction"

I looked away

As he reset his face

And began the benediction

I can't stand to look at you, any more

It only takes one like you...there are many more

He would not go

I condescended

I loathed myself

He looked offended

And then he says, that I really am

Such a disgrace

I looked around for a good-sized brick

And pushed it in his face

I can't stand to look at you, any more

It only takes one like you...there are many more

At home like you, tell me are there more?

I don't have to look at you

You put me on the floor

At home like you

Tell me are there more?

I can't stand to look at you, any more

Are there any more like you?

Are there any more?

You won't get me to look at you

You put me on the floor