Though their praises the impressionable masses never does sing
They bring change to the World those who do their own thing
Since they are not tribal in any sort of a way
In a Human World where tribalism is rampant today
They do not make friends or they do not make foes
Which balances itself out one has to suppose
The unaligned fringe dwellers of every town
As they live they will die as strangers to renown
Not members of any social or sporting club
They drink in their own in the local pub
On the material success ladder they never climb far
Yet their sort of people never start a war
Call them fringe dwellers or loners or call them what you may
In a more peaceful World to live in their own part they do play.
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