They came into my neighborhood,
And found me unqualified.
Selected those they found more suitable...
To administer schemes and plant alibis!
And all that they sold
Was bought lock, stock and barrel!
And when they were done,
Doping all for fun...
I remembered being shunned
As I walked over the drugged and unconsious ones.
Wearing the same exact apparel!
You see...
I hadn't changed.
Even though I had been the one declared unfit.
The misfit one 'deranged'!
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