The leper was an outcast
Not being normal was his trespass
With him the populace was displeased
Alas; he did not want this disease
The king decreed to have him sent
To the wastelands of Mokendent
There he lived an existance so primitive
All who were called normal did not see him
There he comtemplated his state of affairs
There he realized life is not fair
But with every other person beyond the setting sun
He realized he was in the majority
When it came to being normal, he was the one
What is normality?
There is more than what the eye can see
Normality is but the unreality
Of a standard which does not exist
The world looks to normality
But is blinded by a mental mist
The leper, at a very old age came to die
Searching for crumbs at a canyon's rim
The king came to die at a very young age
Now the leper can once again see him
What was normal on earth is immoral in heaven
The king searches for crumbs in the wastelands of Mokendent
Scratching his sores, sleeping on a limestone cot
This barren site was where the leper was sent
This is where the king will rot.
This is normal.
Reason for writing:
Life is not fair.
Birth sign: Not entered
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