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I am walking down the street without any care
Oblivious to the people around me and the way they stare.
Their eyes grow wide, their lips divide,
As I walk past them with a backpack hung over my side.
My arms have alot of hair, almost like a gorilla
I am so tall that I might kick over a building like the famous Godzilla.
I'm skinnier than most, but I don't want to be the size of a keg
Only problem is I have a big head the shape of an egg.
My hair is a factor I couldn't control
When I try to comb, it seems to say, "I don't think so."
I have terrible acne and scars that don't fade
One of which is paw-shaped and it's been there since before the first grade.
I don't have any muscle, I'm a second-class nerd
I'm not first due to my skill in sports, but I'm too smart to be third.
I'm a "Mad Scientist", "King of the Lab" of all time
Others breakdance and play guitar, but the only thing I could do is rhyme.
I'm not ashamed of poetry, I think it's the best hobby ever
I want to be a poet now and forever.
It's just that my guitar-playing friends play for an audience of hundreds of fans.
What am I? I'm an unknown rhyming at various Slams.
Never score any girls, I am just too weird.
Who cares if I have a good personality? I almost have a premature beard!
I'm skin and bone, but my Frisbee skills are divine.
(There happens to be no famous national league for that)
But if I tried the NFL, I'd get beaten everyday times nine.
I might as well be a Martian, or some other alien from outer space
I look too strange to belong anywhere in this place.
So I'm an alien, considered a psycho sometimes, but always the weirdo everyone remembers
I'm a clutz, I'm thought to be nuts, I'm a freak by normal standards.
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- | Submitted on 12/27/2008 |
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- Title: Freak by Normal Standards
- Artist: Poetic Progression
- Description: Well, what can I say? I was always different from everyone else. And yes, it's true. But the "hairy arms" and "height" part is exagerrated (duh). And I do in fact have a paw-shaped scar located on my right cheek. When I was little, I used to scratch there alot, and my puny arms made a paw-shape. But I can't see it under all of the acne these days.
- Date: 12/27/2008
- Tags: freak normal standards
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Etarecal - 12/29/2008
- Cool poem, hey you know if you keep up with writing you could have an audience too one day. Write a poetry book or something and a piece of advice, don't try to be anyone but yourself. Anyways, 5* smile keep your dreams and take care.
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