Is this where I belong?
Everything is so amazingly green
Yet the thorns on the flowers are so mean
The distant trees grow so tall
It angers me when I don't see a mall
I am the only soul on this farm
Not even god could spare me a cat to play with my yarn
I am trying to keep this poem sweet
But the city is what my heart longs to keep
My dads new snobby wife
Is responsible for taking away my social life
When all I see is flat ground
I daydream about being downtown
As the Lon,eu blue Sky swallows me up
I realize I am just plain out of luck