Lake Ozark, Misery
The LOZ;
the place to be;
the party town of Missouri
is where I call home.
The hills of the Ozarks
house every known allergen, as
well as families that are cooking
something to be paranoid about.
This man-made body of
water holds rumors of
dead bodies and piranhas
that parent's tell as wives tales.
The forever changing lanes of
highway will lead you
to the same place; once
you're here, you'll never leave.
The rolling landscape is covered
in litter and overgrown weeds.
Crosses from car wreck casualties
line the roads like misplaced bones.
Everyone that isn't from
here thinks it's paradise.
Everyone that lives here
calls it the "State of Misery".
Copyright © Morgan Richards | Year Posted 2015
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