Strange Creatures

We are strange,
We travel in packs,
We have matching shirts and rituals.
Home is on the fire line
Where disaster is a familiar face.
When reinserted into conventional society
We are lost and confused
Like an undiscovered tribe
Transported to Manhattan.
And we deal with it by resorting to
Alcoholic incoherence,
Belligerent behavior,
And generalized
Destruction

by Lori Messenger

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But what a strong bond must link you all