Fairmont Creamery

I think that I shall never see
Past the glow of a huge outdoor flat screen TV
And if there's one thing we all need
It's distraction at high speed

Let's tear out the billboards
And melt the structures down
Then sell the ingots to a scrap yard
For 30 cents a pound
And when we've purified the landscape
We'll turn around and move on
To another town

If I could do anything
I'd buy some land and keep it green
Let the trees grow till they fall
Day or night I'd keep it open for all

No sidewalks, no concrete
No bricks of any kind
No empty medical buildings
For use at a later time
And if somebody tried to buy it
I'd turn them around
And send them off
To another town

Quit my job and start walking towards someplace warm
Find a nice little spot and call it my own
Stay as long as I'm able to fend for myself
And then move along

When I reach my final weeks
Lay me down among the weeds
Growing in, around and through
Fairmont Creamery



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Writer(s): Jonathan Emerling
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