The group will help with any task.
Sometimes a hinder, without an ask.
Bands of brothers, marines to the core.
Crashing through surf, conquering the shore.
Here they come, the gangs of bikers,
Always mobile, never insiders.
Political parties, so keen to direct,
Pushing for policy, nevermind the regret.
Your neighbourhood watch, the nosy I think,
Patrolling their own, wary of ink.
Humans are social, or so they say,
I keep to myself, life lived my way.