Freak Show (Why No One Is Not One)

It's time to dispel a common myth that poisons our culture and tears at the very fabric of civilization itself, and that is the myth that there is anyone out there who is not a freak.

Society's idea of a civilized mind

tries to comply with a

contrived

media derived

modus operandi
noses, hands, and eyes

up tight, up to

the window display to find out

who they're about to be today.

See most folk follow

the familiar model

stand in line like you're told

buy the lie that's sold

in a glossy tri-fold

it's the most current event

your TV's ever sent or

ever will, it's Heaven

spent a fortune on

producing this commercial

a thrilling composite of the most

prevalent denominator's

predominant perceptions

modeling manufactured models of

how to be the best at

fitting in

at the latest convention of the

latest convention

of the latest trend.

But it's all pretend, friend

to belong

that's the swan song

and it echoes on and on and on…

Everyone's a freak show

everyone's a wacko

there are no conformists, only
better liars

everybody's eyes are on

someone else's prize

so take that freak flag out and

let it fly!

Everyone wants to be liked

now whether everyone will admit it or not is

a bit of a knot,

a trip over a twist of plot in this story, but

that everyone wants to be liked

you can be sure.

Everyone wants to be like

each other

brothers and sisters

misses and misters

since kidhood twisted

by a vivid reflection of

what brought approval and what

brought rejection

so we learned to fake it to

make it

up to

do whatever it took

to survive to

pacify

the culture vultures, and

it all ends up whether we're

being up front or

putting up fronts

we settle.

But no one is

the image they project

a circumspect disguise

so memorize

the lies of the

politically correct but

be warned

no one is the image

they project.

So how long

before the freak

in each of us

drops off the bus

while reaching

for expression?

Someone's religion is my superstition

someone's poison is my medicine

my criminal is someone's hero

my oppressor is someone's leader

sin is a virtue and

virtue a sin

treasure is trash and

trash is fashion

a lunatic's a genius

and the ordinary is freakish

be

cause

we all hearken

to the march of different

drummers that thunders

in our skulls

its pulse ingrained in our

brains and bones

for we alone

to hear alone

each a unique

variation in vibration

each dancing to

our own private

but only in private

and hiding it by

calling it out in others first.

That which is most you

will break through

will burst from beneath

the superficial sheath

still worn like a

torn and tattered uniform

what norm to

conform to?

What's hot or not

who's in our out

who cares about

any of that clap-trap

you'll make yourself dizzy

trying to keep up

give up

looking anywhere outside yourself to

find yourself

give up relying on

other people to

define you

to tell you who you are, based on

who they think you are

defy the fads that try

to lock you in a box

take a lesson from the fool

the exceptions are rule

preconceptions are impossible

to satisfy

and that's damn good

why

because if not life

would be unbearably

boring and more

it would be unnecessary.

If I were you

you wouldn't need to be

so just keep on being you

and I'll keep on being me.

By simple merit of being human and alive

we're already so much alike without even trying

but it's that part of you that's always been

most different from everyone at all

for as long as you can recall

that piece of you

that makes you distinct

that is your gift

and your power is to give it.

Could you imagine if everyone let their freak flags fly? If everyone let out for the whole world to see, their most genuine, authentic, original, uncensored selves? What a freak show the world would be then!