There's a City near an ocean, which like cities long before
is made of streets and stadiums and buildings full of floors
which are filled themselves with denizens who whisper, "Oh, dear lord....
take me somewhere, anywhere, but here, oh, I implore
I've been here for so damn long that I can't take it anymore!!"
I, myself, will say this often, over the din of the yelling and coughing,
the screams of those who lie awake at night, those who stay out late to drink and fight
or do whatever we must do to make our minds take flight...
Weed there is, that one can buy, that gives you Chinese eyes
and pills that glow with many co