• "E Gads!" the lonely teen did quoth
    "Appears as though i am a goth!
    "Time to dispose of common cloth
    and don a suit of leather"

    a shirt with slogan dark and crass
    and trousers tight around the a**
    to accentuate his chosen class
    and, thusly he was heard to blether:

    "with head held high i shall resign
    to this dark yet comfy life of mine
    and who knows? perhaps in time
    others shall come hither!"

    And sure enough as time went on
    our hero's individuality shone
    with dark light, brighter than the sun
    as more birds did flock to his feather.

    But the "normal" folks outside his group
    looked down upon the little troupe
    as chunky, bored and moody soup
    like a week old stew, only deader

    they could not see the heart within
    or the fragile smile, however thin
    which would blossom into a grin
    whenever good friends are together

    for you see, our goth was filled with glee
    by the simple camaradary
    shared between his friends and he
    there was no feeling better

    so the goth decided fair was fair
    "we'll leave the "normals" to their affairs
    and keep them blissfully unaware
    of our endeavours.

    so walk on, goth with unique pride
    and cast the ridicule aside
    with eyes unclouded and an open mind
    just remember: that hair dye wont last forever.