Lunatics Next Door

They drift across the border Some drunk Some looking for work A better life Drug runners All working on night moves They never move during the light of day Trails through the desert Coyotes leading them to uncertain destinies A cattle car or a van stuffed liked sardines All for the hope of freedom and money We sip our coffee and watch CNBC And complain about our jobs. Never realizing there are a subclass of people Ready willing and able to take those jobs for less money We live on the edge as they do The weak always get cut out of the herd And the strong survive. Be careful what you wish for… A double wide and a lunatic living next door Could be your future. Appreciate what you have. Strive to get more, but remember the wolves are at the door. And they will eat you without any regrets.