This pretty little utopia sent me into exile
now I too am among the undesired of past society
I was shunned because I would not submit to conformity
was I to adopt that mediocrity
they could put me under lock and key,
but they are threatened by me
afraid I'll infect other malleable minds
they could murder me,
but that's not what they do in such a perfect society
so I sit in exile, too weird to live, but too rare to die
all I ask is that my books be shunned with me
to keep me unfailing company
I'm curious to see if the other inevitable undesirables
would soon be joining me, as cast-offs
  witness what we could give birth to intellectually
I explore my exile, my nirvana, this sublime utopia
is this much liberation dangerous?
I predict that in a year or two, society will be curious,
to see if I've survived, if I've coped
one by one they'll come, timid as can be
the ones who voted me into exile are expecting a spectacle
shall I indulge them such a scene?
what fun that would be!
shall I learn them what I've discovered during this time
or would it be a shock as to what one can concoct.