Outsanity

You want to be Outside nowadays

You really owe it to yourself

To specialize

You want to be outside 

You’ve got to go all the way

It’s not enough to wear wacky clothing or dopy dweeb glasses

Design a daring doo

Pierce your parts

Sexual organs

Or even your dogs’

The latest body art fad?

Facial Epidermal removal

A scalpelistic systematic peeling

Revealing the prima-facia, frontalis, risoris, temporalis

Finally, the human face exposed for what it is

Hideous

Even then

It’s not body art, clothing, or the implant of platinum horns

That makes an outsider

(Which I suppose we all want to be)

You can’t sheep along to every rat-town fad to become an outsider

You’ve got to have a special talent and devote your life to it

Make a name for yourself

The Bicycle Guy

Plastic Bag Lady

Zeuss

It’s not about going crazy and sitting in piss

At the Jackson County Booby-Hatch

Gurgling cold Cream of Wheat

Reading snot stained copies of Astronut, Busy Timmy, or Dolls of Other Lands

With a gherkin up your nose

You’ve got to be out there in full view

Creating bizarre sculpture from industrial waste

Meat byproducts

Reciting volumes of ancient Cantonese prose

In dialect, for months on end

In front of the Central library circled frantically 

By a bouncing blow up love doll

Saddled to a blue barking poodle

You want to claim ‘outsidership’

You’ve got to take a few chances

You have to be willing to be feared

To be laughed at

To be hated and despised

To be beaten

To be kicked in the groin by skinbots

Country Gumpkins

Perhaps boiled alive or raped

Hung to a passing train

That barbell through your soft tissue

That spiked leather thong I wear inside-out

That ain’t shit, although it feels pretty daring

You’re not outside, and neither am I

We’re normal

In our right minds

There’s nothing we can do but deny we exist

As we are 

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