Town Of The Wretched

They say a small town can’t hold a dreamer
This one’s got a pretty good grip over me
I am and always have been a leaver
I’ll keep fighting til I get free

I love where I live – Hashtag and post
In this green slimy place, you’re crazy to boast

I’m here by default
I’ll leave when I can
I’ve seen a few others bolt
Those who could, already ran

And while I’m waiting
It grows ever worse
I’m not wrong for hating
This place has a curse

The people are sick
In denial or cahoots
If you don’t move quick
They’ll stamp down your roots

Make it so you can’t leave
and tell about their lies
Persuade you to breathe
As the poisoned air flies

©Fry

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