I live in this small town,
A bright sordid picture,
With a bit of metropolis,
And a huge peasant base,
Being young, sad, and quiet,
I’m in the last of the two,
An egotistic bastard,
In a proletarian populace,
It’s dark, grimy, hard,
In a heartwarming way,
To be so far from apex,
World approved social zenith,
Often times I go hungry,
Chasing Kafkaesque dreams,
Among sexually-starved housewives,
And these ‘socialite’ girls,
Not a talker or charmer,
All I do is observe,
Hearing tales from my neighbors,
Or kids that drive me insane,
I resort so to music,
Rock and roll, writing rhymes,
Seeing myself in a podium,
Plucked from Ruai Romances,
When I’m sad as I’m often,
I escape to some quarry,
An abandoned sweet expanse,
Where I write all my tales,
Though it’s busting like bubbles,
Full of all peasant gaiety,
Hunky lads, cutesy girls,
Living life in the fullest,
Still I sit starved and patched,
Looking on from my cage,
Stifling all melodrama,
For a calm solid face,
To impress on the world,
That I’m fine and
okay,
When in truth all I see,
In my sick twisted dreams,
Is a day when I’ll wake,
In a far distant land,
When I’ll know that by God,
I was free, free at last,
From the sadness I feel,
In my Ruai Romances
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