Benediction*

Normal people make me puke.

I hate their guts, goddammit!

But to my great good fortune,

there are none on this planet.

*(I first did this poem as a one-off joke, during the years I emceed Poetry in a Pub at Windows on the Cumberland in Nashville, TN. The "Benediction" ended up being literal--the audience would join me in chanting it at the end of each Windows reading. 22 years later, we're still celebrating the 'Benediction' at Nashville open mics like Map Pierce's 'Poetry in the Brew'. Not bad legs for an ill-rhyming, hastily written bit of doggerel...