the sailors of the streets, the hogs of the trails

we rape and pillage, we storm and thrash. we dont give a shit and we'll spit at you. we are dirty rats who swim in your soup. watch the borders cause we are coming. if one of us gets the scent, the rest with invade, sleeping with your women and raiding your refrigerators. its best to accept it and wait for our leader to lose interest. then we move on, with little to word. no more further confrontation. we are sailors; tattooed, bruised, boozed, and unwanted. we are hog riders, leaving our tracks and stopping at watering holes. dont try to stop us, cause we will get you, insult you, and leave you in the dirt, gasping for air. and all we will say back is, "so long, and thanks for all the fish"