Misfit

 A society where-be it drugs and cigar,

Or America's workers on torn pants,

Is symbolic to modernism,

I'm a damned misfit.

Where health is in medicine,

Avoiding disease is mean,

Where my own history is hidden,

For treacherous gains,

That still goes in vain,

I'm a damned misfit.

Where science is not to seek,

But a business of west,

Gets ingrained so deep,

With too many religions, on a heap.

I'm a misfit.

Beyond ideas, or thoughts,

Or beliefs and dogma which are sought,

Ceasing to exist, on the rhythm and music,

Knowing not who plays,

The grand hide and seek,

Elsewhere I'm a damned misfit.