Both Sides

Dreams and schemes and fantasy
Stories that would come to me
Great I.Q capability
I’ve seen my brain that way
But my cerebellum’s is half dead
And no-one gets a word I’ve said
And I need to be washed, dressed and fed
An unfair price to pay

I’ve viewed my brain from both sides now
As bright and broke and yet some how
There’s still some morons’ think I’m thick
Sometimes my brain gets on my wick

Shakes and quakes and moving strange
With gestures that sometimes look deranged
A list of things I like to change
I’ve seen my bod that way
But ‘bout my looks I don’t feel sad
Look in the mirror, say ‘Not bad,
If guys don’t like me, they must be mad,
Either that or gay!’

I’ve viewed bod in both ways now
As impaired and babe and yet somehow
I really don’t know diddly swat
I’ll make the best of what I’ve got!