In every village, city and town there are those who cannot seem to win
The people known to many as the do not fit in
Judged by their lack of material possessions, appearance and clothes
Many put in their own pigeon hole one would have to suppose
By judgmental people who are to be found everywhere
There are many of them in the big World out there
They do set the standard for us to live by
And why we follow like sheep one has to wonder why
Though their praises the gullible masses do never sing
I do admire those who do their own thing
Though of the social scene they will never be to the fore
Since the standard set by the judgmental they do happily ignore
To be different to the majority there is some price to pay
This is how it is and how it will stay.
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