Strange Means Bad

I'm in French class, and I have like five seconds before class actually starts, so no boring commentary today. I just wrote a manifesto poem called 'Strange Means Bad', a rant against bullying. It's obviously a satire (not a funny one, just a making-a-point one) so don't think that I literally mean what I say with this. It's about a close-minded point of view and how it hurts people.
Here ya go:

Strange Means Bad

Strange means bad

Don’t forget

The shooters were strange

So strange means bad

The suicides were strange

So strange means bad

The cutters were strange

So strange means bad

The addicts were strange

So strange means bad

If you see someone strange

Don’t forget

Shun them and hurt them

Because strange means bad

Don’t you be strange

Be like everyone else 

And don’t you forget

That strange means bad

And when they come get you

The strange ones, they will

When they come kill you

Before turning on themselves

Just know there’s a reason

A very good reason

They did it all

Because strange means bad.

Bye!

magic*esi

Strange Means Bad

A manifesto poem against bullying and the media representation of school shootings.

“And when they come get you

The strange ones, they will

When they come kill you

Before turning on themselves

Just know there’s a reason

A very good reason

They did it all

Because strange means bad.”

January 2012