We are strange, <br />We travel in packs, <br />We have matching shirts and rituals. <br />Home is on the fire line <br />Where disaster is a familiar face. <br />When reinserted into conventional society <br />We are lost and confused <br />Like an undiscovered tribe <br />Transported to Manhattan. <br />And we deal with it by resorting to <br />Alcoholic incoherence, <br />Belligerent behavior, <br />And generalized <br />Destruction<br /><br />Lori Messenger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-creatures/
