Confession

A little piece that came to me as I was drifting asleep, I made an effort to catch it before it flew right over me.

Hey you! You! Listen up!

I got something to fess

I raise my freak flag high

Way into the clouds

Breaching clear atop the sky

(I'm the reason they made contact)

Kinda like;

Not until this moment

Have I actually realized

Why I really like the smell

Of corned beef and rye

(And sauerkraut)

Or;

When I was a kid

I was infatuated by it

Shamed and embarrassed

Closing firmly on the lid

(Only made it worse, now its pickled)

Coming to terms;

Its one of those things

That I really can't control

I am who I am

No matter the price or toll

(There are worse things)

I'm beyond caring anymore;

Amused with myself

Perverted and droll

In a class of closet freaks

My name is definitely on the roll

(Zachary? Zachary? "... Present")

Be nice;

So do not point your blame

Cause I'm done feeling ashamed

You'd never tell that kid named Rudy

That he can't make Notre Dame

(Same difference, trust me)

Just know;

I'm as burnt as they come

As a steak I'd be well done

But you couldn't find another

Who would make it so much fun

(The end)