The Dirty Truth

Sometimes I think I'm totally cool,
Even when I have to stand on a stool,
To reach the back of a baby mule.

Sometimes I think I'm super smart,
Maybe even be a genius in part.

But honestly, I mostly think,
People think I really stink.

In fact, I'd go as far to say,
That I came from a planet far away.

On my planet, there is no math,
No logic or science,
Some violence and wrath.

We tend to exaggerate,
On little things,
Like showing up late.

We don't remember our own state,
Our brains work at a very slow rate.

I was sent to earth,
Right after birth.

You pretend I'm one of you,
You think I don't have a clue.

But when ever I act like my alien me,
Your faces warp like a shriveled tree.

I really appreciate that your all so kind,
Even though I have an alien mind.

Thank you for accepting me,
Even when I'm a pesty flea.

Don't pretend that you don't know,
I found out your dirty secret, yo!
Figured it out like a detective pro!

Ha!  I just wrote that!  On the blog!  Right here, right now!  Ha!  I'm so proud of me.