Among The Crowd

Among the crowd, my head is down
So I will not be seen;
This has been a forlorn attempt
Since I was, oh, thirteen

I’ve tried, I really have, but I
Have often wrought frustration:
For I’m a different color, and
I don’t fly
In
Formation

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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