Prospect Park

I walked alone in Prospect Park today
And I wondered if the pigeons have a home
All these people, stroll around in circles here
Their actions I do not condone

At night I hope I don't get mugged
Jumped, shot or something worse
The porta potties haven't been changed in years
And there is probably a creature in the bog

Is it odd that the benches stick right to your clothes
I never check my shoes when I get home
The Saturday fair is placed right in the way
And there's a flower garden long long forgot

I feel like a piece of meat in my short shorts
When I'm running around the track
The stadium still plays really great shows
But to see them, you'll have to pay for that

This place reminds me a lot of Central Park
If you look it up, the same guy designed them both
The smell of weed encapsulates this precious land
Good old Washington's retreat wouldn't advance