Tis This You Think

Just the other day in this tiny somewhat corrupted As polluted want to be so much more, tempered town In tinseled dreams formulated by their minute elite ? Borne Longings passed onward by father's gold rush these, railroad tracks Spitting up spikes and ties to bind this kind ? Anyway, since daddy's money Moved towards her northern lights, so as to speak; downtown got a row of out houses While closing all the public restrooms: her mayor his councils decision to help balance their Budget while hiring more security and sending out in force patrols whom capture the homeless Given a choice either clean up our streets parks these ghettos surrounding doegs city hall.... Or we'll take your starving dirty as neglected children from you ? So, I step into the porto pottie which Has no seat cover when suddenly, there are a dozen sirens sounding from all sides another hail of gunfire Justifable says the cherished police chief once again while their schizophrenic lay amid a puddle bleeding out Two dozen holes inside this cave ? But our governor is going to give her grapes of wrath's offspring another sixty Million to build round up's jail while his feds kick in an offset from alchohol tobacco and fire arms revenues ? Truly, see spot run.