"An anthem can be “oh say can you see”


About a people fighting the “good” fight towards prosperity


Or the words can go “god save the queen”


Not hard to divine what those sentences mean


The words may change as they flit between lands


But there is an undeniable sameness that any anthem demands


Those people are singing with a sense of pride and unity


And while not patriotic myself it’s a sight I cant see


Without feeling a little tug at my heart


That while those people are pulled together I am pushed apart


Left standing perpetually cold on the fringe


Wishing it was a dream that would stop with a pinch


What are the words that my people can chant?


I can’t be the only one needing to rant


So it was the first of June and once again felt quite isolated


After having been told that my art work was hated


For being overly creepy and twisted beyond need


When I looked down on my phone and saw I had a message to read


It was simple and said that “there was this site I should check


The moment my at&t black hole lets me get on the internet


It’s called hitrecord and well, it’s pretty odd


Which made me think you might like it” (and of course I just nod)




And then I found our anthem, our place


Where the outsiders can gather, without fear of disgrace


Where our words and songs are written each and every day


And illuminated as well, for those who prefer to communicate that way




So Hear ye hear ye


All you losers, devils, and punks


All you scum, and you dirt bags, artists and drunks


All you live in the shadow-ers, hidden masterminds


All you digital communicators, waiting behind closed blinds,


All you smile too wide-rs with gaps in your teeth


All you social climbers (as well as those beneath)


All you fiends and musicians, chain smokers, and oddities


All you fighting the never-ending human disease


All you right wing and left, the full spectrum in fact


All you who desperately desire some human contact


All you follow the rule-rs (and those who break them too)


In here we are all outsiders waiting just for you


You are different, and dare I say, a little bizarre


But we like you quite a lot, just the way you are


So join us, hit record and see what transpires                     


Here your weirdness is adored-- welcome Outliers."

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