<u>Outcast Outcasts</u>


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    Neckbeard, a slur we took without complaint


    The slob still at home, your scarecrow for hate


    This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Unwashed, friendless, ever the man out of place.


    We built our own culture, just to be displaced


    Unfortunately due to the shortness of this poem I was unable to post it without this note as RoyalRoad is not exactly built for a poetry archive. I fear that this note may become a common sight after each poem though I should at least be thankful I haven''t written much in the way of Haiku.