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 © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~