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.