• Not a trace of detest, that’s what I find odd.
    When I see you all like peas in a pod
    I smile and say
    They had a lovely day.

    On this day, where was I?
    Sitting alone, down in my sty.
    I talked with people near and far,
    I finished off the mustard jar.

    You all had fun
    I had none.
    Yet I hold no envy
    this is the way things should be.
    You’re happier without me.
    At least this, I can see.
    Though all else is gray,
    This fact will stay.

    I am out of place
    Like an eye in the path of mace.
    I am a pimple on your face
    A tear in your lace.
    Remove the frown from the sea of smiles
    You’ll be happy for endless miles.

    You go on, I don’t mind.
    With my presence I only bind.
    In your pictures you smile at me
    I’m happier knowing you remain free.