George sat alone in his single apartment,
Living his life in a secret compartment.
He continued to do what he did every day,
Ate dinner alone in south-eastern L.A.

His dreams, they were shattered a long time ago,
He couldn't survive in the business called show.
They said "You're generic, you're boring and bland.
You're acting is legless and never will stand."

Relied on his welfare to get through the day,
Had nothing to do and quite little to say.
He looked out his window, but knew what he'd see,
His view had been blocked when they planted that tree.

Deep in the earth, the rocks were quite humble,
Yet still they began to shake and to rumble.
The plates in the earth began to collide,
Destroying the balance they used to provide.

Then, a woman let out a terrible wail
As concrete foundations continued to fail.
Pedestrians panicked and ran through the streets,
Tried to outrun it, but couldn't compete.

George stayed quite calm as the power went out,
He just sat in his chair as his neighbors did shout.
The plaster above him all fell to his feet,
But he just continued to sit and to eat.