The Outsider

The Outsider

 Conversations in the night.

 10 different jobs every year.

 Towns and cities, stuff

 Women & sometimes men.

 Judged and abandoned, abortion

 Leaving some just the same.

 Filled with fear of dying in advance of destiny.

 Working for others to get a meager meal

 or scraping on my own to finish a deal.

 Forever, forever, forever Alone.

 I am the outsider,

 And my life is my own.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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