Don't Feed the Freak

 

Tripped over a thought
that lingered too long
reposed along my rocky path

Scraped my knees
on a jagged concept
poorly defined
and consistently unreliable

Such are the hazards
scattered in darkness
along this nerve racking trip
to the far side of oblivion

I've been at this so long

pounding my dented head

against this indifferent wall

spectators to my stubbornness

have slowly come around

and granted me acceptance

that being part of the scenery allows

Now I am widely perceived

as a well compensated

highly regarded variant

A fool well respected

for steadfast persistence

but forever bloodied

and unloved

by a cautionary society

that finds my mutant existence

curiously repulsive

Since I was assigned

by the authorities

as the last of my kind

I would eventually be strapped

to an antiseptic table

for the purpose

of species dissection

Understanding

mutants like me

has always led

to scientific enlightenment

but damn is it painful

to we the freakish vanguard

of evolutionary advancement