He never fit with
misfits but at least
they let 
him tag along.
Academics always thought
him rash, radical. Radicals
figured him a redneck.
Rednecks reckoned he
was highfalutin, while the
well heeled held him
as a common sod.
Religious folk scorned
his hedonistic joy, but
the party crowd
considered him a prude.
He never meant to be rude.
He did what he could.
He wondered how they
felt, being understood.