The Town of Can'T

This town is filled with reasons, reasons why you can’t. You’re in contempt to protest; so you better save your rant. If you are creative, your art must be approved, If it’s deemed offensive, it will be removed. You can’t have too much fun, it’s a liability, All enjoyment must be ordained by your municipality. You can’t start a business until you pay the fees, Proceed to the cashier, have your money ready please You can’t hammer a nail; you must be up to code Enforcement will come knocking, for improving your abode You can’t do it yourself; you must be licensed by the state Any change you want to make, they will regulate. You can’t have a party; it might get out of hand, Only sanctioned celebrations, strip-searched for contraband. Each of your essential needs, all require cash, Our humanity is hidden, beneath a red circle and a slash. It’s a waste of time to hang around and stick it to the man, I’m leaving this local of “can’t” for a place that says I can.