Ill fitting so refused the run of mill
Won’t fall in lines so parallel and straight
No media amassed for my report
That love of common place resembles hate
So I was never of production line
Asymmetry was thrown by hand with care
Existence smashing all that you conceive
Unwanted and unchosen I lay bare
The price I had to pay to be unique
In darkened shadow far beyond the pale
The trick of confidence was mine to learn
I’m hard to buy for goods aren’t up for sale
I’m tilted and my life is lived askew
The reject should reject the straight and true


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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