A little strange
A touch peculiar
Not quite fitting in
A sense of humour
Or of interests
That is often not considered
Normal, whatever that is
Who decides such things?
The gleaming masses
Who pride themselves
On being part of that group
Being considered by so many
To be normal, fitting well into society
It is better to be strange
To not fit in
To be an individual
Standing out
In a room full of sheep
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