Self-definition

I am weird
des­pite a lack of defin­i­tion for normality.
My mother
says I am organ­ising a revolution.
My friends
say: enough of the exist­en­tial­ist crap.
I take pleasure
in the fact that the integral
of d(cabin) over cabin
is a houseboat
and that there exist in this world
people crazy enough to work such things out.
I have big feet, am 60% blind
and could talk the leaves off a tree.
In some per­verse way,
I enjoy the adverse attention.