as a snowflake in July
I melt before I hit the sidewalk
disappear in thin air

as a rhinoceros tramping down main street
people move aside
the ones that don’t get trampled on
I don’t have a nose; I have a horn
and you wouldn’t want to find it up against your back

I don’t fit in; I fit out
As a result, I am shunned by the world
So, must shout to be heard