Society is one grueling picture
U look mean in it
Like an alien
Or a dead zombie
Impressive
Youre worth more than £5000
I hope I can afford to pay all that
I can do a part time job and work
Fulltime is soul eating
U cant get a loan you dont have to pay back
And you cant buy true knowledge
Although, Carnal knowledge does sound good
Makes me sound like Im serious
Im confused
I was born in a dingy
In the middle of the ocean
Theres no place for me here
I have no home
Except my dingy
I dont know what class I am
Im an oddball
An outcast
Questions keep arising
Questions?
My life is confusing,
What shall I do?
Who am I?
Questions like that
They keep bothering me
Your life isnt confusing
You went traveling to find yourself..
Didnt you find yourself?
No I lost myself more
Thats unusual..
I find myself discombobulated
I highly doubt that
Im just someone who doesnt fit in,
Im a misfit
I think it'll all come to you when u least expect it,
When things start happening youll be much happier
Being a misfit isnt something to be sad or confused about
Theres a whole band called the misfits and Im pretty much a misfit too.
Well join the club.
Indeed.
Nothing to be confused about through.
Being a misfit is better than being a conformist
Yeah but there's no place for us anymore
The lands been claimed
The structure is set
Money is the plot
and God is dead
And land can be changed and reformed
Structure can be broken
Money can be dissolved
And god can be reborn
So there ya go, no argument.
Well, that's a nice thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Morose thoughts that have no base Introduced to confuse and have no taste Sounds nice to open wide Feel what its like on the other side Is it all because its unknown Trust that there is hope Special does as special do