Friday, May 26, 2023

Being Strange


Being Strange
by Lord R.e. Taylor

What good does it do
Trying to fit in
Knowing that you can't
Yet not knowing why
You may be strange
Or maybe just too different
It doesn't really matter
Just be the strangest you can be
And tell everyone else to kiss your a@@
But make sure you smile when you do 

© Poem – V/XXVI/MMXXIII
LRET

 

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