The Spell of the Outcast
last I checked I wasn't one of you
I was ultimately and overarchingly one of me
apparently fortune had brought him to this instant
to the point of questioning fate hard
when the child is smarter than the parent
what then is expected but rebellion
it generally wasn't reported
that he had bested the Devil
in a game of fool the baby
lightning had struck him 3 times
another flat penny train wreck
which managed to remove the cotton from his head
a paradoxically effortless lesson proving that
the bearer of the message is blameless
still they kicked his ass into orbit
tethered to the great psychic magnet
he divulging secrets of unnameable dimension
to anyone on the passenger list of the Titanic
riding the cliff wagon of perfection
in a sea of treachery and amnesia
the new amusement
Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2019
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