Whether I’m fat or whether I’m thin
Just love me for the skin that I’m in
And as for brains and how mine works
Sometimes it balks and then it jerks.
One time it came loose from its screws
I ended up spouting vicious views
Most times I’m forgiving and nice
Sometimes tired, asking more than twice.
Monsters we be in different forms
But who wants to be considered the norm?
Of course I may have to prove that now and then
But after that I’m pretty tolerable again.