The Ordinary Man In The Street
Who is this strange creation -
'The ordinary man in the street'
How best can we describe him,
What say us if we meet?
He is but pure invention,
A meaningless disguise,
A bafflement, a camouflage
I do not recognise.
You can't reduce a person
Of any sex or race
To such a mundane sentence,
A being, without face;
We can't be averaged out so
It simply doesn't hold,
We'll not be departmentalised
Or do as we are told.
So listen to our heartbeats,
Remove us from your plan,
We're not that strange creation...
'The ordinary man'!
poem by John Carter Brown
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