Why's the city so devoid,
Of humanity, I am annoyed,
By the lack of cottage huts,
And kids playin outside with naked butts.
Mothers don't stroll down these streets,
Lovers don't have colorful sheets.
No, instead everything is grey,
And people walk to work all day.
Seems like I remember when,
I could meditate with zen,
In a forest deep within,
good ol San Anton.
That was where I made my home,
Now I live at level one,
In the shitty city zone.
I want some trees
To cover me
And not leaf me alone
While i build a home
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