I knock three times before I enter,
I recite each person’s full name.
I know anything and everything,
in a very specific domain.
My rituals and routines
make no sense to you at all.
Why do I make things a certain way
and stand at your door to make a call?
You think I speak to the wall
much as I speak to you.
You can’t get a word in edgewise,
no way for you to get through.
Yes, you find me odd,
but of you the same is true.
I find your acts incomprehensible.
So, who’s odd? Me, or you?
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