It
comes from upbringing
His parents were probably weirdoes,
too
And
we were, no argument there
But
it is good to see the next generation
Taking it in their own direction
I
knew Max was headed to wierdom
When he started wearing suits to
school
For no particular reason
He’d
just wake up one day
Feel like wearing a dress suit
And bang! Zoom! He would
It
helps that he is freakishly tall
Especially
in his school
And
his hair curls into a ‘fro
That
adds another six inches
From
there he graduated to my closet
Delving
into my more ridiculous pieces
Dug
out the pants form Linda’s grandpa
The pastel swirling paisley ones
Matched
it with my black and white polyester
The
one with the optical swirls
That make your eyes go buggy
If you look at it too
long
He
was asked by several teachers that day
To please not wear that shirt again
It gave them
headaches
One
day he came home from picture day
He had used a black marker
Drawn
a mustache and goatee
I
laughed and thought nothing of it
Until
he came home today
Several months later
Said
the yearbook advisor had stopped him
His
picture had made it through editing
Had come back from the printer
Before
she had noticed his shenanigans
She was not a happy camper
Max
could barely tell us about it
Without convulsing with laughter
We
couldn’t stop laughing either
Now,
Max is a talented kid
He plays guitar like he invented it
He’s
good at math
Obeys his parents
Has a nice disposition
This,
however, takes the cake
Immortalized for all to see
Sticking
it to the man
Like
a boss
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