"The Few, The Proud, And The Great Unwashed"

We do exist

We reside in the cracks of society, the few, the far between,
N'er a slip twixt cup and lip, and rarely are we seen,
The freaks, the geeks, and sometimes tweaks,
In shadow, creeping, darkness sneaks,
A foul creation, twisted flesh,
But ever moving, heart still seeks.

A notion to our better side, the beautiful still reign,
And rain it will, we suffer still, and struggle on in pain,
We see the light, amidst our night, figuring it cant be right,
But in the dim, our chances slim,
We muster courage, we still fight!!

We remain, the bottom feeders, the flotsam and the jetsam,
The pretty ones, they only go, in places where we lets 'em
And if your one, anointed son, realize, youll have your fun,
But in the end, we rise again,
Rise! like the unconquered sun!!

-inspired by  Marie Antionette