My Home Town
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My home town is filled with grubby little tribes,
That feed on gossip and perpetuate lies.
Like Plato's cave dwellers, afraid of the light,
They shun anything that would open their minds.
Even if it smacked them right between the eyes,
They wouldn't understand Culture's higher prize.
These inbred morons have no sense of Beauty.
They spend their time on all that is crass, ugly
And vile, They have no style. They are philistines.
They eat and drink in their sties like bloated swine.
Some places in the world want revolution,
But this town is in need of evolution.
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