Dear Weirdos

To the girl with funny yellow shoes

And the deaf guy who would sign the blues:

I hope you never have to choose

Between yourself and “normal.”

To the folks who love their face tattoos

And the ones who never drink the booze:

I hope you never, ever lose

Conviction just to be formal.

To the historians and dreamers,

The philosophers and schemers,

The poets and the memers

And the “just-plain-downright-odd”s:

I hope you never lose the spark

To make a name or leave a mark

Because few of us can parallel park

And fewer still are gods.