these are just some of the things that I do
that are normal to me but seem alien to you
I do a little dance walking down the street
or annoyingly incessantly tap my feet
to a beat that’s playing inside my head
or cut my toenails whilst sat in bed
I might tap my feet whilst stood in a queue
or update Facebook whilst in the loo
I stick out my tongue as I concentrate
ocassionally but not often I might turn up late 
these are just some of the things that I do
that are normal to me but seem alien to you
I clean under my nails using my teeth
I fuck up meal plans ‘cos I’m allergic to wheat
I laugh at the most inappropriate things
like folk getting hurt falling off swings
I sometimes switch off and start to daydream
smart dressing to me is wearing clean jeans
I forget to do stuff even though I am told
and I’m always warm when everyone’s cold
these are just some of the things that I do
that are normal to me but seem alien to you
I talk to myself when I work at home
but nobody hears ‘cos I’m all alone
I like to mess about I’m a child at heart
I don’t understand women, opera or art
I spin the trollies in supermarket aisles
and having wind still makes me smile
I’m told I wear my watch on the wrong wrist
and I’m proper sarcastic when I am pissed
I do all these things, all these things that you see
and it’s ok to do them, it’s just me being me.