Outcast Outcasts

Neckbeard, a slur we took without complaint

The slob still at home, your scarecrow for hate

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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.