Everyone
Is so clean
These days.

Not even a stain
On their shirts
Or their souls.

Nothing
Well lived in,
Rugged
Ruddy
Faded with time.

And amidst the
Junkies,
Metheads,
And assorted
Other people.

I still stand
Out.

And,
They like to remind me
Of how strange
I
Really
Am.