Normal…

        is a flavourless
                nondescript existence,
        unfit for human consumption…

It is something or somewhere in between:

        life inhaled and lived large!
                    -&-
        good ol' dog pooh-pooh!

Perhaps t'would be better said:

        To be Normal;
                is to be that lifeless.. soulless…
                ad nauseam… state of…
        "Dead Decaying Animal Flesh"

Normal, wants everything
to act and look like as if
it's a mirror image of itself
So… Normal built a society in
a small narrow plain brown box
so to keep life in a neat & tidy
ordered state of ordered order

Normal employs the spiteful
Rubber Stomp-On'em Police
to make sure all the little pegs
born outside of their ordered
small narrow plain brown box
get netted, subdued & nailed
into their One-Size-Fits'em-All
small narrow plain brown box
so they become the mirrored
image of the lockstep & bagels

And… this is done,
        whether you like it…
                or not…

But…
        There may yet be
        hope for the Normal's,
                to become life like…

They may have something,
        not yet manifested like:
            mad cow disease

                    -or-

            a mad cow could go
        a-thump & a-bump
    mashing their little human caput
             traumatizing their known reality…
            into surreality

So…
hope beyond hope
        all ye Normal's,
                ya just never know…
        DoDo… Do Happen…

Normal is…
         as Normal does…
                  and Normal —
         do-da-ho–hum-pokey