Where I Come From Poem by Andytics mufc

Where i come from is an odd world
Doctors apply salt and acid to a wound
And the wounded smile joyously 
Mechanics wreck cars
And in delight car owners pay gladly for the 'service rendered'

It's a very strange place fellas
Cooks prepare an undercooked meal
And everyone guzzle it with gusto
And its a naked secrete
Our fire fighters are serial culprits of the constant arson cases
Yet they are called for help In the times of an Inferno

If one questions such strange happenings
They treat him in a strange way
Regard him as a stranger; like an outcast
Take him for a person operating with a brain set upside down

I can bet the last drop of my blood
If they read this 
They shall consider it a strange piece
And deal with me in a strange way