OUTCAST

A Poem by TheReal

Apocalyptic thoughts
Invade my pre historic mind
My theory is big bang
And my fossils you will find
I understand it's importance
I don't mean to undermine
But I can't let comets destroy
A development that's mine
A development that's fine
In it's culture and institutions
Where humans aren't so caught up
In media and allusions
The least of our peoples worries
Were murder and destitution
Where the air had no pollution
Streets had no prostitution
I refuse to crowd my civilized
With those who wish to slay it
Who run around like barbarians
But call my kind archaic
We're simply a simple people
Whose sanity does display it
But soldiers of troops of poison
Come to raze it and mislay it
A legion of social misfits
We don't fit the puzzle.
But the puzzle isn't where we're meant to be.
I'm me.