Tell me Foreign Man, why did you leave?
You had all you wanted in the place you had,
Why would you forsake all that?
Just for some scenery, I assume.
Aren't you lonely, Foreign Man?
Don't you constantly look over your shoulder?
Keeping that hopeful and watchful eye out,
Looking for a glimpse of that which you left behind.
Are you scared, Foreign Man?
All these zombies around you,
Assimilating in ways that are out of your purview.
It's frightening isn't it? Tell us it frightens you.
What do you feel, Foreign Man?
Do you ask yourself this?
Do you feel like we do?
Would you answer this if we didn't ask?
I wonder, Foreign Man, do you know what is real?
Your eyes tell you lies about everything here.
Or at least, that is what I wish to tell you.
Conformity is key, after all.
You really are strange, Foreign Man.
The way you look, the way you act,
The way you breathe, the way you sleep.
You eat curiously, you walk peculiarly,
The atypical conformity you display astounds us all.
Show us your worth, Foreign Man.
Speak to us as we do to you.
Live with us as if you never left.
Become us and be one with the nation.
Do you have a name?
We can call you many things,
Some endearing, some ear-aching.
Never fear, you will always be our Foreign Man.
