Social Misfit
Social Misfit
By: Tom Wright
8/10/00
I don't intermingle much
Not born or bred to be,
But became this way.
Out of Satan's clutch,
I'll remain what you see,
This, I'll bravely say.
My comfort zone,
A bottomless rut,
A mundane life to most.
But some are prone,
to cause feelings in my gut,
not becoming of a host.
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