Sniffles and Grunts

The unwanted
Dregs of society
Poured out from its midst
Left to their minute devices
Toiling in nothingness
Trapped in a miserable void
Where everything is stark
Lacking fire or life
Lacking psychedelia

Their gazes are drawn
To their indifferent betters
The ones society prefers
Living in utopian aloofness of their lessers
Laughing in oblivious majesty
As the unwanted ones invariably wilt from their sights
Never to be regarded
Nor accepted
Outcasts from a prejudiced society
That claims to love them
But only when they die
And they die

Privileged society then mourns
Mourns the unwanted like lost equals
Such cheap masturbation

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