Hard Concrete Muffins|
Hard Concrete Muffins
I always wondered why them urban poets,
seem angry all the time,
Why They shout and scream profanity ,
and can't make nothin' rhyme.
Ten floors up above the streets,
Distractions all arouind,
Trying to craft a rhyme or two,
But I aint got nothing down.
Toronto has it's good points,
The shows and theatres run all night
But Fior a cowboy from the sagebrush hills,
it aint no place to write.
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