People say I’m Lentil,
and one bean short
of a three-bean chilli;
but, I am the way I am,
and I just think willy-nilly,
my thoughts are often random,
my preferred means of theological travel
is a renovated tandem –
and what’s wrong with that?
Just because I’m different
doesn’t make me mad,
but, how you diss my dissonance
is what really makes me sad.
People say I’m Lentil
I’m not the only one;
there’s nothing wrong with Lentil,
but there’s always always evil lurking
under the brightest Summer sun.
