Why do you worry about what people think
About what say and do
Is it a weak constitution
Or the fear of Man's cursed boo
Is a man still a man When he joins with the rest
Or, as in The Aeneid, women beating their breasts
Afraid of the fate of life's uncertainty
And seemingly afraid of the chance to be free
I pity those men who by custom are feathered
Attached to the rock
And chained to the coward
Victims of indulgence
By weakness overpowered
So analyze briefly
My thoughts just a bit
And make your decision
To be a nonconformist
-- Orville Springs: "The Ode to a Nonconformist"
