The Rebel

He was a man of high intelligence

"Alphonse the Boffin" they called him

Though he wasn't a boffin

And his name was Raymond.

But they knew that, somehow,

He was different.

 

He didn't often socialise

Because he hated nonsensical small-talk

And the people who felt compelled

To play that game.

Rain is rain, sun is sun.

Who really cares?

He thought.

 

Perhaps, deep-down,

He was a rebel

Though he didn't really

Fit the bill.

 

Okay, so he didn't wear a watch

Because he hated

Being constrained by time,

And he was more likely

To gorge himself during lent

Than to fast.

 

If it's right to comply

And wrong to be different,

Then Raymond accepted,

Without a care,

That he was a passive rebel.

So be it.

 

Pancho Villa, Che Guevara,

Robin Hood -

And Raymond

 

Best to be remembered

For being a bit odd

Than to be forgotten, he thought,

With irony,

As he let the cat out,

Kissed his mother's photograph

And put out the light

◄ Martha Street

Nicole ►

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Robert Mann

Thu 28th Jan 2016 11:00

Jim - Raymond, more a Walter Mitty than Che Guevara I would think. I like the story telling, but felt short changed with the last stanza coming far too soon. Any chance of adding more before that ending?
Rob

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Laura Taylor

Wed 27th Jan 2016 12:13

Ah brilliant, you blogged it :) I really like this, and have to say I identify with Raymond :)

I love the 'ordinariness' of the story-telling, and the heart-warming inner life and self-confidence of him. That kind of 'sod you world, I don't need you, I'm happy to be me'.

This is fab:

If it's right to comply
And wrong to be different,
Then Raymond accepted,
Without a care,
That he was a passive rebel.
So be it.

Pancho Villa, Che Guevara,
Robin Hood -
And Raymond

Start to finish, this is a cracker. Nice one :)

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