The Goth and the Geek

I hate those who want to prosecute me
They call me a prat – alternatives naught
It’s because I’m different from them you see

They all perceive me as a freakish sort
Because I like to read books by the score
And I hate all type of organised sport

They think I’m weird because I like Star Wars
And because where none dared to tread
So they write me off as a dreadful bore

They wouldn’t dare touch the books I’ve read
And with me they don’t want a thing to do
Guess it’s too easy to call one a dickhead

You hate those who want to persecute you
It’s because you’re different from them you know
And not worthy of being in their crew

You wear nothing but black from head to toe
And you write poetry that is so dark
And you detest the world around you so

Reason being all around you is stark
Because, unlike them, you simply aren’t cool
And as you’re different, they must bark

Yes, you didn’t graduate from their school
Therefore they want you out of their sight fast
So they would rather dub you as a tool

And since we both end up coming dead last
It’s unsurprising we meet each other
So we both meet each other as outcasts

Banished from this world, we both seek cover
To hide from the pain, the strife and the lies
But what we both found was one another

Looking to see the other in our eyes
All pupils detect a common interest
It was then that we both came to realise

A sense of unity that is the best
A kind gaze that cares little for our flaws
A kinship that will, to the world, attest

I will open my heart if you open yours
So it can catch the emotion I’m spilling
And then purge your infected heart from sores

I’ll be your best friend. Ready and willing
I will comfort you if you comfort me
Reach out and catch the love I’m delivering

Introverts are drawn together you see
I ask you: Please take this hand and this chance
Because we are the same: You are like me

Our persecutors won’t see this romance
For they’re blind with their contemptuous glares
Let them sneer when they see us holding hands

We don’t need anyone else to see or care
Simply because we don’t need another
This is our private love which we both share

Close the door because we have each other
We have our own romance in our own world
So come into my arms my Goth lover


10th March 2005