by M. L. Kiser

Created on: May 20, 2010

I never fit in,

outcast and weirdo

to over half of the people I’ve met;

I never found a niche.

I’ve heard others

make the same claim;

we misfits should stick together,

you know,

maybe find out own country or island;

just us oddballs.

Everyone else,

the “perfect people”, you know,

the ones who tell you to,

“Think out of the box”.

When you do,

they claim that,

“you’re not a team player.”

Those good-looking,

high-brow, allegedly educated intellectuals

who get all of the high-paying jobs

because they either sell themselves or their souls.

The ones with all of the money,

who’re destroying the entire planet,

while they let it be known

just what they do for charity;

“charity”, Hell!

It’s all too clear

what little conscience they have left.

No, I don’t fit in.

Too many of us don’t,

our, out-of-the-box-minds

are too frightening for the, “perfect people”,

running the world.

Read about the lives of every outcast,

misfit, genius or original mind of the past,

and you’ll find they’re responsible

for most of the best things in our lives.

Those, “Perfect People”, who always fit in,

don’t usually contribute anything to the world,

that doesn’t clear their consciences.

Originality is the uniqueness of the unwanted;

the outcasts, weirdoes and misfits.

Whether you call them,

DaVinci’s, Einsteins, VanGough’s or Weirdos;

out-of-the-boxers, the “original” people,

are necessary.

We allow those, “Perfect people”, to enjoy our offerings

all-the-while they are debasing, defaming and degrading us.

They never really appreciate any of our gifts.

Imperfection has a beauty

that, “Perfect people”, never see.

Maybe they’re not so perfect after all?

It makes me proud to be a misfit, weirdo, outcast…an original.

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