A town down south
Summers spent by the side of the pool,
sometimes algae green
sometimes crystal blue
It's pretty hot and humid here,
so we swim in winters too.
A view over the river,
some spend millions in search of what I take for granted.
Pulp mill hidden by lush green hills.
Have I ever been happy?
I started writing poetry before I could spell pen.
I don't know why I did it,
or why I still do.
This world is a game of poker,
they never show their hands...
even after they win the pot,
the game is never done.
Getting fat off lies.
This town is dying!
Tourists only see what we want shown.
So many people suddenly find God...
that's not the answer I am in search of.
I tell you this, I will never pay my overdue television license to greedy governcunts.