Welcome to the Island of misfit toys-
Where no one wants you, no girl, no boy,
Where you run out of options and there's nowhere to turn.
Walk this way, watch, listen, and learn.
Here on the island, we dress as we please.
We believe what we wish and will speak it with ease.
Please read the sign, no fakes and no phonies.
Follow that rule, and you'll find us quite homey.
Oh and copy machines are a thing of the past.
Here on the island only originals last.
Soon you'll awake to find this all was a dream.
And we all are just outcasts with low self-esteem.
We are told to be unique, while pushed to conform.
Keep up on trends, and do not push social norms.
This island's called Earth, the nightmare not the daydream.
And read it again, the sign says "stay mainstream."
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