Misfits Poem by Roger Snow

I sit, some portion, I attempt to release
another, I must regain,

and on the other hand

I just might refrain, owing it's a bad day
My hair, displaced and just will not go away

and if I ever find, ,
that lost delivery, , ,
My Salvation shall come back to me

Ah How the hell can I say,
There's not a term that fits this key I sing
and there's no way
this square fits in that round ring

Misfits
we live borderline
just a step ahead
or a leap behind

Maybe a fit exist
maybe so
Maybe not
or perhaps, we're destined
to always resist

Rebellion?
Well as a Life Style
you wear that which fits

and, in all the while
you're doing fine
at losing your Wits

Don't think I haven't tried
but what's bound to be
shall be

and don't believe I've lied
all that I've Found was free
for what is, we must let that be

I guess
it takes a child like me
to perform the job
and shake that Tree
and if I can be that slob
it's because of your faith, , ,
in that Child I be

So, , and all misfits agree
We're not here to fit in the lines
we're here, ,
as distraction to stable minds
and to do so, , , Liberally

You may Possess a bit of Sanity
You might believe,
You may even digress
You may fit
But, all I am, , , is free
and to you, , ,
that's the cause of your distress

The Misfit watches the Rant and Rage
Thinking to themselves
it's just another sign of this age
Thinking to themselves
for none will share their mind
and they're all on their own
and that road,
well, they call that one " Home "

Paint on the wall, provides the chips
in time, most all, will pass through their lips

and Sanity, that's for the Cursed
Cause Crazy, that's living

and to you
which is worse, ,

The Crazy, ,
or the Judgement you're giving

See it?
No?

Well, that's fine I guess
we see only
that which fits us best

and I'll see ya around sometime
maybe not here
maybe another life
in a another space or time

My Exit Visa
Stamped, and on File

so, ,
So long Fish
and thanks my friends
for all the smiles, , ,
~~~end