Everything’s topsy-turvey, nothing’s exactly what it seems
It’s almost as if we’re all just simply living in a dream
Everyone is faking it, we’re pretending it’s all real
It might be the only way that we all know how to deal
Walking down these golden streets, I see everybody laughing
Look deeper you can also see sadness that everyone is masking
It’s supposed to be like Mecca, a holy place of peace
But search around and you’ll see the darkness looming underneath
Crooked cops and dirty shops all covering their trails
While hapless people buying whatever knock-offs they all sell
The streets are littered all with trash, people left out in the streets
Yet there’s those who are more concerned with the thread count of their sheets
So what is it about this place that has everyone’s appeal?
It must be the weather that LA has, at least that seems pretty real
About the Creator
Demitri Wylde
L'artiste Savant et Déviant Sexuel. Queer writer, poet, artist, podcaster, and Seeker. Come with me on my Cosmic Journey, Starseeds!
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