New Centurions

Irrational, irregular; human - more or less.
Your guess as good as mine, ordinary daydreamer
still in single file line. A resounding roar for astounding
gore - a bloody muddy mess indeed. Two ears,
two eyes, a mouth, a nose - it's hard to believe
we're of the same breed. Another rift raft attempt to fly -
hoodrat copy cat lingers by and by. The same
gray hair, black shoes, stripped tie. Different name
for that red scare game - it snowballs and runs awry.