I am...

Horrid are my habits
no health with a meager helping of common sense
righteous are my intentions
but sinister are my beliefs
they draw frowns among our world’s fidelity
my interests are lifeless
they are propelled by tasteless simplicity
though I really don’t expect someone as obscure as you
to understand what I mean
my rationality is quite cringe-worthy
kind of like the bad nut in the peanut butter
crippled is my self-restraint
self speculation my cupid
I’m like a hot pink flamingo beneath a blistering sun
not artistic or brilliant
just real and resilient