Getting Rid of the Country
Someone out there,
Says the countryside is fine and fair,
But not me, I am all alone here, deeply disgruntled!
But then I think I deserve it all,
All the hate, all the frustrations, all the gall,
That I feel inside, for I prefer being lazy and settled!
The bushes, the forests NOT what I am after,
Large trees I hate to pass by, though they offer birds shelter,
Don't! I just don't wanna live here anymore, nettled!
For the buses, the chaos, the hustle bustle,
Are what attract me, love to see damsels in trouble,
Love the confusion, that's where I wanna get settled!
But then I think I deserve it all,
For have I ever been industrious, in summer or fall?
So I guess I must remain in this shitass country all life, nestled!
Was offered a job at a mall but declined,
Was told by mom to 'WORK! EARN!' but I reclined,
Who else can I blame then, for living here, scuttled?
Peace and quiet do not belong to my taste,
But this is where my home is, where I must rest,
Or I have the choice to live on city's sidewalk, unsettled!
Copyright © Marlowe Sr. | Year Posted 2014
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