Arrogance? (No Relation)

[shy_symphony]

I’m working nights with brain-dead oafs
who live to smoke on break;
they’re rough and tumble friendly folks,
but I just can’t relate.

I don’t hack darts or throw my fists
or scrounge for strange between my shifts,
I write and sing and cry inside instead.

Very interesting! I love the syntax, especially "scrounge for strange between my shifts". The third line sounds a bit too lengthy in syllables, but that's a personal preference on my part. I like how you take it from objective to mysterious over the course of the poem; it draws in the reader with every line