It takes a village to manufacture
An idiot. He needs a foil of
normalcy to base his lunacy
on. Ostracized and pointed at so the
populous know - so they can be quite sure -
They are not he. There is not any love
for the lunatic. His problems, you see
are public, not on therapists' sofas.
My village, though, is short one idiot;
We've no idea who's crazy and who's not.
Rampant individuality rules.
There are standardized tests in all the schools,
But no one suffers not being the same.
I've been waiting for a title to claim.
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