Poem for the Holidays
Reject from a toy factory
My friend Andy liked to say
And as Christmas rounds the corner
Presents!
And I think of the underground rock scene
How I think of them as
The Island of Misfit Toys
Another Xmas reference
Rejects, misfits
Square pegs in round holes
Seems to be what we seem to be
Finding a common passion
A freedom from judgment and compromise bind us together
We’re rejects
Unwanted, unneeded
Rejected, passed on
But it’s from a toy factory
That’s what life is-so should we really care?
We’re privileged to have the guts
To attempt our own way
And I find myself blessed
To be amongst
The most retched, disgraced, scarred
Beautiful souls
I’ve known