A Land Fashion

What a beautiful-historical Hutash Indian sight
Sit with shade under trees
It suits the homeless just fine
Is this the kind of fiesta we all had in mind?
Desperate beggars nagging passersby

Leeching for some change
Roll me up a joint
Is this is history?
Making it's point -No

Where did all the industry come then go?
Factories dress the beach in smoke
We surf in bottles
Pesty-health field day, post-card community
We're stupid like the pundits who adorn their shallow bodies

Pertinacious heads
Teleprompter fed
Artificial facts
Spewing out their ass -Ew

Vacant parking lots
Now a housing tract
Big Oil paint is globs
While your land is fracked -Yeah

Town center superstores
Makeover book stores
Our community is made a whore



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Morris
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