A Fringe Dweller

Don't have a church for to go to don't even bother to vote
Not in a writers group or in a book club or never said i was a poet
Don't have a god to worship don't believe in a heaven or hell
I am just another poetaster and i only pen doggerel.

I do not honour war heroes or weep at the graves of the dead
An ageing and ordinary fellow with little hair left on the head
A stranger on the street i live in few there even know of me
Not what one would call gregarious and anti social maybe.

A sort of self imposed fringe dweller we make our life choices some say
Though that does not apply to everybody it applies to me anyway
I do not go to community socials i sit at home and watch the t v
And as i sit there on the sofa my black cat comes and sits on my knee.

For many years a fringe dweller the way i live i do choose
Don't even fear the grim reaper in death what have i to lose
But is the town's wealthiest and most famous person that much more better than i
After all we are mere mortals we are all born to die.