The Misfits Poem by Nathan Schneider
The Misfits
They comb the streets
Everyone sees them roaming
Looking for meaning or something to stand for
No future in sight only the present
Their trust and alliance lies in the group
Shunned by the world, they wander on
Their greatest tragedy is their greatest strength
Their motto is “if life ain’t heavy it ain’t life.”
They don’t belong, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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