Free Cee of Thee I Sting
OF THEE I STING
I hate the state I’ve been forced to live in
It chaps my lips and weathers my skin
Most days seem hot even when it’s not
Except when it feels cold even when it’s hot
This state has no banner or anthem to be sung
No flag on a day of recognition to be hung
It’s a state laid claim by nothingness and naught
A place for a pitiful man to be caught
There are no monuments built in recognition
No hallmarks to hail an ambiance of ambition
It has no capitol or even a main street
Just a town where loneliness and lunacy come to meet
This state makes a statement silence of tone
Where the sun bakes a body brittle to the bone
It’s a state where remorse rallies in recognition
Because I live in is a constant state of depression
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Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2012
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