Terrified of Des Moines
I was terrified of a Des Moines move
To me this was a big city
I was from a town of three thousand
I did not think people would neighbor there
I had been to New York City once
During the garbage strike
Rats were all over the streets
with their hideously ugly pink tails
And their ugly butt holes
I thought I was going to be moving to a smelly unfriendly place
Being a small-town girl, I had no idea
That a bigger town is just a lot of neighborhoods
Where people neighbor with each other,
just like in small towns.
It was a tremendous relief.
And there was no garbage strike.
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