The Outsider

       Well,
       Here it is,
       My epitaph,
      And here I stand,
       Alone.
       Thrown out,
       Or walked out,
       Of every job
       I ever had,
       Every ground
       I've ever known.
       Thrown out,
       Or walked out,
       Of every
       Institution,
       Society
       Or company...
       Thrown out,
       Or walked out,
       Of every
       Club
       I
       Ever
       Had
       The misfortune
       To be
       A part of.