I'm sorry but I could never love you now.
After I have seen your true colors and all
Your wrath which others mark up as your glory.
They spew that they are stronger, able to
Take the scrutiny you expose upon
Your residents like some disastrous plague.
But it is no real pleasure to survive
The disease if you're still subject to the symptoms.
And this is why I have moved away.
I walk amidst the streets of Manhattan
Past a quarry of ducks you call your own,
Bussiness men, ducks in suits, quacking away,
With profanity and judgement of their
Peers, they sure are superior, they think.
And in a dive on 53rd street, I
Vanish into insignificance as one
Duck flies in for his feeding, alcohol,
In a dress shirt by Ed Hardy and shoes
By Louis Vitton, a walking rap song.
To me, he is comical in his skin.
But now that I am gone I see you
In the faces of the others out here.
They long to be amongst the ducks
Soaring through what they consider endless skies,
And I don't have the courage to say its
All a lie! For your ducks cannot fly high,
They don't wish to, they live beisde a lake
That's more plentiful than anywhere else,
But they only assume this because they
Have never really left, but I have now,
And your ignorance, to me, is comical.
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