For there's no one to read
All the space around
Is taken up by the popular
I stay for now a misfit
'cause there's nowhere to go
What do I do here?
Neither numbers nor men
Everyone talks big
Sermons - left, right n centre
None to understand
None to delve deep enough
They see me jealous
Negative, sick and complaining
I hold no talents
Nor poise, patience and class
Agreed I'm flawed
Just a cribby lesser mortal
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