Maryland, oh Maryland, where for art
Thou my Jack in the Box?
Deny me my friends and refuse
My peaceful neighborhood.
Pray tell what you have in this god
Forsaken over the hills and
Through the woods of a jungle.
Must you reall mock me with your
Giants, Food Lions, and CVS
While I was happy with a Walmart
Right around the corner?
Do you have to remind me every
Single day that the bugs here are even
more creepier than the ones back home?
The lack of shops and the time it
Takes to get to one makes me go weak
So much that I think I might freak.
At least the people here are friendly and open-minded
That should keep me blinded
For a meanwhile anyway
In this turbulent wreck of a place.