I’ve become
an individual it was quite
accidental a gradual erosion of my
social organs saw me cut off from
the herd but I don’t seem to mind I like my own company I like to get things done I’m not a total misanthrope it’s nice to be liked but it isn’t essential I don’t care if someone hates me if there’s nothing they can do about
it the world can go to hell if I can have my way I
have made myself grotesque to become
an individual I’m the weirdo down
the road I’m the dissident cliché
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