If you taunt at oddities, you choose to be a fool,
of so very many, who should sink in pool,
to clean the dirt of mob thought, the grime of easy choice,
then when you resurface, your mind; is gift; rejoice,
though you may be outcast, you are not the pain,
not another fire drop, that makes their acid reign,
you’re a trailblazer, not wanting to befall,
they may have all the numbers, but you; they shall recall!