Strange People

Strange People

Look at the people
All the pretty people
Gaily resuming their day

They don’t know me

All the strange people
They do and die today
All the strange people
They’ll never know me anyway

Look at the people
Pushing their carts
And their cars
And agendas

Look at them grazing
Rambling crazy
Becoming plump and round
And big

Who do they know?

All the strange people
They live and perish the same
All the strange people
Leashed and lashed without shame

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