Being odd

They all exalt in normal
they do not like the weird,
they slander anybody
who's slightly out of gear.

They all berate the odd ball
that stands out from the crowd.
You've seen odd balls at parties
hung loose, all odd and loud.

The odd ball talks excitedly
about his odd ball ways
The things that other people fear
or find a trifle strange.

They say that he's not normal,
they snigger and they grin
but he'd rather be an odd ball
than normal, just like them.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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