A short poem on an outcast of society. |
A Reject’s Ballad- Tuck me in bed and let my say my prayers And let me bundle up between the layers My cow hasn’t jumped the moon yet though it’s trying to And when you look at it, I’m a reject through and through With a knick-knack-paddy-wack, give the dog a bone And here I come a tumbling home Thought I’m not the person I used to be Fill my boat with memories; let me sail off to sea I don’t have friends, though I’ve been here a while Haven’t seen much to make me smile People don’t care about people they don’t know People claim they’re just going with the flow I can say my life’s been no living hell But it’s also been no heaven as well No angelic choir’s praising my name I’ve only got a nobody’s fame I hide my face beneath a thousand masks As I set off on my Herculean tasks Which are trying to make people care And stopping those who take more than their fair share I’m rummaging through the garbage of life Clothes on my back and in my pocket, a knife People are hysterical and think I’m a threat They hide me from their children and just fret People don’t care that I’m on the streets alone As long as they manage to get their own I’m a failure to them and a failure I’ll stay From the moment they meet me to my dying day People aren’t nearly as nice as they claim to be Give them your huddled masses and they won’t let them free I’ve been left to sing for all meals I can’t tell you how bad it feels I’ve really got no place to hide No one will take this reject inside They cast me out like they do to every poor soul They even threw out Joseph because the inn was full |