Treasure Island

Ruth Walters

(London, U.K.)

Being odd


They all exalt in normal
they do not like the weird,
they slander anybody
who's slightly out of gear.

They all berate the odd ball
that stands out from the crowd.
You've seen odd balls at parties
hung loose, all odd and proud.

The odd ball talks excitedly
about his odd ball ways
The things that other people fear
or find a trifle strange.

They say that he's not normal,
they snigger and they grin
but he'd rather be an odd ball
than normal, just like them.

Submitted: Friday, September 28, 2012
Edited: Saturday, March 02, 2013

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  • Danny Draper (9/28/2012 6:58:00 PM)

    Here, here. Normal a disease of those wishing to fit at the top or bottom of a standard normal curve. Give me an out lier and I'll show you a nutter with a fire in their heart and a flame that won't splutter. (Report) Reply

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