Odd one out.

The idiots, all together they clung,
and the odd one, he outward was flung.
From the force of their synchronous motion.
They said he didn't belong to the creed.
One idiot proposed, and all agreed,
that genius is but a notion.


Together they laughed, and revelled.
And slew all those who rebelled.
Foot-soldiers in a legion.
To stand apart was always a crime.
To stay alive, you had to hide in grime.
Mediocrity their religion.


You should be ruined, and put to rout.
For every rule that you dare to flout.
Follow them all and labour.
For the loners would be driven out.
Its numbers alone that lead to clout.
And they're not in your favour.