Riches

I am of the one percent
A blue eyed boy
With blond hair
And rare blood
Of B-negative stock
A left handed freak
Whose teachers would try to beat
Out of me
I was born
In the middle of the hour
In the middle of the morning
In the middle of the week
In the middle of the month
In the middle of the year
In the middle of the century
With the Hairless gene
And one blind eye
To stare at
It's all true
I was born this way
Because of you
My obsessive compulsive order
Marauds your beauty
Which I waited for
All my life
And who only appeared
When the time was right
As stars aligned
Our design
Until then it was all
Beer and cheeseburgers