MADE FOR THE CITY
by T.R. Middlewood—
It’s been two weeks in this rural retreat and I’m sad,
The peace and the calm and the quiet are driving me mad,
All that we do here is good for the body and soul,
But I miss the distraction and action and don’t feel quite whole,
I guess I was made for the city.
All the fresh air and the exercise I’ll ever need,
But no TV and I forgot to bring something to read,
Studying the flora and fauna is all very well,
The food is organic; I’m healthy but still feel like hell,
I guess I was made for the city.
Back here in Gotham it’s hectic and full of alarm,
Look, a transvestite! You won’t find that back on the farm,
It’s noisy and dirty at times but life can be fun,
Yes, one can go back to nature, but I’m not the one,
I guess I was made for the city.
