We are unreasonable and itenerant
On our hindmost roads of invisible
With our wishes unpredictable
And our actions inexplicable
We band in flocks indivisible
Facing our destiny of inevitable
Our obstinacy is unconquerable
And casualities unatonable
Our libido looks inflammable
Our sins seem inheritable
Our gift is unadaptable
Our ideas sound indigestible
We are unable to be irreplaceable
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