The Ideal City

The prophet is questioned Stopped in his path Strangled with words Absorbed with questions He answers back. The simple city is where it's at A self-sufficient utopia is a matter of fact Living with the basic necessities Food, water, and all the necessary sureties No classes, no war Food and water, no more But the children of Adam want more, more, and more. 1 mountain of gold and they'll ask for more 2 mountains and they'll beg for sure 3 mountains and they won't talk to you forever No mountains, for their mercy is severed Forever. The prophet is ridiculed For the simple city is a city of pigs We want a city with a cherry on top Slot machines Lean chicks Brick homes Dome security Obscurity, complexity Sexy, savvy Cool What fools, the prophet said. Let us move away from the simple city then And I will write for you an ideal city, brethren But for a luxurious city, which I personally pity: Turn a segment of the population into an army To defend this city and usurp our enemy Force a segment into bleeding, sweating, and crying workers To make our luxurious crafts And stomp the best and worst out of the cave Oust them out of this machine To see the sun Source of light And out of fright And let these best and worst return to the cave For the cave IS the ideal city A city of ignorance and evil And let them return unnoticed Ridiculed, crucified, and beheaded Let the people of the cave push away those who will save them And the prophet looked back and said, I offered you a simple city A true and Standing utopia But you wanted more In a world where more just isn't enough And we will instead meet our end The ideal city Obscurity and complexity Everything you want Including what you shouldn't