the vacuum bag's full, and the garbage can, too;
the shower is pink with bacterial goo...
the tv is blaring, the hall smells like pot
and all of the food in the fridge? Full of rot!
the cupboards are sticky and covered with ants
and under the sink roaches do a small dance
the laundry room's gathering spiders and lint
to see out the windows, well, one has to squint
the neighbors are fighting, and sirens blare out
the drunk on the corner complains he has gout
the paint's chipped and cracked, and is starting to peel
so you see, city life? it has little appeal.
I think I'll start looking for housing elsewhere
perhaps in the country, where there's fresher air
where dogs bark and kids play and stars can appear
and I can go walking with little to fear.
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