There's a race of men <br />who don't fit in. <br />Their souls <br />can never rest. <br />And they try their best <br />to live <br />a moral life. <br />If they had a wife, <br />a job, and worked <br />it well... <br />But they can't sit still <br />stomachs don't <br />sit well <br />with walking the narrow path. <br />They aren't afraid <br />of God's wrath <br />because life, <br />to them, <br />is hell. <br />Their misery <br />can only be <br />the result of their evil souls. <br />And now they sit <br />in an empty pit <br />jail, or drugs, or booze. <br />And they've got <br />nothing left <br />to lose.<br /><br />bill nye the science guy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-misfits-2/
