Image via WikipediaHere in the city on the edge of the sea.Picked up by Europeans with gun powder and powdered wigs.
Used to pick a fight with the other schmucks and blow the lock off Lady Enlightenment.
They couldn't find the keys.
Got all that could be robbed if could not be rigged.
Centuries later the ghosts of the past crumble in old forts.
Paranoia surviving the centuries.
Points of interest for tourists.
Shadowing all the beauty.
O give me a home where the cop thoughts leave you alone
And the fear is not foggy all day.
Where no one hands you a bone
And leads you astray
And the hammers give off a hum building your basic utopia
Like the bees busting out of the dystopia.
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