Too Far Away?

“Too Far Away”? Once upon a time in; the land of primp and pomp; Lived a group of mixed inhabitants, who often yelled and stomped. They sang their little theme songs; to a melody of love; Yet sometimes with their comments; perhaps they just might shove. The ladies had their little circles; of a membership elite; And they had their welcome wagon; to welcome those they meet. The men would grab their banjos; and strum a little tune. They claimed to be misunderstood; and their divorce was coming soon. Mrs. Rothenberg was running; for sheriff of the knoll; Standing on a platform saying; the incumbent was too old. John boy at the daily news; was editor and chief; Making sure the type was set; for tomorrow’s new release. Lady C was president; of “Lend A helping Hand;” She collected pearls of wisdom; and helped out where she can. Mr. T the gambler; was looking for a loan; For because of careless gambling; he lost all he once owned. Out there in the country side; lived the lady of the cups; She dropped in every now and then; to comment while she sups. The villagers came every night; to gather in the square; And officials served their famous soup; so all could ease their cares. Latter in the evening; it was time for open mike; Some would offer up a poem; while others watched the site. People had opinions; of what they had just heard; Some would say hurray for you; while others yelled absurd. One night when the moon was full; marched an army of contempt; Led by captain doom and gloom, that came to circumvent. Documents were shredded; bleakness filled the heart; And the peoples inner structure; had been completely torn apart. So if you come to join them now; bring an offering of love; And remember captain doom and gloom; when you think you want to shove.