rich people go to die
and the young people who live there
have lived there forever
are going to live there forever
thats what the river
behind my house told me
as I waited for the smell of the hello
when the school bus pulled up.
I think that is when I knew I wanted to be rich and never work.
That's also when I gave the kid next to me the finger.
Because he said something stupid.
The demon driver of despair reprimanded me.
But, Barbra Streisand would say I had chutzpah.
The Asian grocery store in Aurora terrorizes the people.
The smell of fish genocide punches me in the face every time I walk in.
Nothing was the same now that home was in another state.
NOw that the lethargic drug dealer sits next to me on the light rail.
Canyon Road is where the sun sets and the stars lift off to light up the sky.