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Our Town


Let me take you down To the town Where I live; Every day on the news, I watch families cry, Innocents die, And here, sit I Eating chocolate cheerios. And here in my town, We sit around Filing our nails And complaining: "Dammit, it's raining, I just did my hair! What will I wear to prom? Did you hear that Sarah and Zack broke up? And Linds got together with Tom." And of the mothers Work out in a nice gym, All friends with each other, Because they all go to the same spa. And our dads sit around, Discussing our town As they play golf in khakis; And I just think it's so goddamn tacky That one world could flourish As another decays, People are dying As I go about my day And if I had a penny For every time I sighed, My wealth would never amount To those living on the front lines.
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ktpotter

I'm an artist. I'm a poet, I'm an actress, I like to draw with my toes in the dirt on the sidewalk, I like to people watch, I like to bird watch. I like to find beauty where it's not usually evident, I like to find excitement in the mundane. I like living. I like life.

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