Oh, the pitiful soul known as an 'individual'!
How I do scorn thee in thou inadequacies!
Wretched doom-sayer do you not see that
Such a thing has never existed?
What of your use of narcotics, beaded hair
And tie-dyed shirts?
Do you not see the thousand around you
Who are as you be?
'Persecution!' you cry, for you are different to I.
Yes, I say but in an obvious way,
For I do not see the need to identify
With the endemic crowd to prove that I
Am 'individual'.
Is it not enough to be sure in the knowledge
That you are created one of a kind?
Why must I blend in to stand out in the crowd?
If I choose to walk another way
Or if I say what I have to say,
Then respect me for it but do not fall
Into the trap of calling me 'individual'!