you can't make me go back to the city
there's nothing there for me
i don't want to go back to the city
i enjoy not being there; actuaLLY
you can't make me go i dig in my heels
fuck you no way man
i'm not gonna go i dig in my heels
fuck you no way man
you can't make me go
cause there's nothing there for me
i'm not giving up this serenity
not for all the nine to five
not for all the gravy train rides
that’s just an insistent
persistent existence
it’s a living yeah but it’s not alive
if i wanted to be a zombie
i’d have a government job
i’d give the nothing i have
…all of it
so there’s nothing in the city for me
and nothing there for you
it’s a trap inside a silly game
makes you stressed leaves you blue
nothing there for you
nothing there for me
and the nothing from this nothing
is even less but you cant see
that’s why it takes fifty minutes
to get into town on the train
so you’ve got all that time
to get off at a prior stop
i don’t wanna go back to the city
i need the sky above me not concrete
i don't wanna go back to the city
i need the birds and i need the trees
i don't wanna go back to the city
i need the suburban calm this ease
i aint ever going back there for anyone
yeah nah
not any more
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Comments (4)
"it’s a living yeah but it’s not alive" -- this is so true. As someone who has traveled the world and is now stuck in a mundane 9-5 cycle...please, don't go back to the city 🥹❤️ Your poems feel like my subconscious speaking, you capture the essence of wisdom so well!
Ah the city is definitely a trap inside a silly game. I just wish I can go live in a cottage in the woods! Loved your poem!
it’s a trap inside a silly game… amen. Don’t do it brother 🙂
Stalking the streets of this concrete jungle, I wonder… Am I the alpha predator here, or merely unwary prey? Around me bustling, jostling herds of oblivious human cattle follow follow the run laid out before them. Unknowing that each step they take brings them closer t0 the slaughterhouse. Nope. Fuck that! Time to hit the lonely, open highway my friend. 🐾🐾🐾🐾