Equalitoria
To a place with no money
I'm takin' a hike
Where you work for your food
And you build what you like
No permit is needed
For the castle we'd build
No laws must be heeded
For the deer that we'd kill
A town marketplace
Where citizens share
And the stock market crashes
But nobody cares
And the smell of fresh food
Is rich in the air
Cause the barber must eat
For cutting our hair
And the hunters are tired
From catching the game
And the culligan man
Is catching the rain
And the doctors and lawyers
They never complain
They sold their Mercedes'
But they're happy they came
The police are not crooked
Just fat as can be
Not a whole lot to do
When everything's free
Not a single hard worker
Is wanting to leave
There's just one blasted problem
It's only a dream
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2011
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