As I escape from the miles of streetsweeper dust
To break into a world of not-so-sunny,
Where are the surfers now?
California likes to fail me.
A Half Century past, we'd be illegal,
just because I'm white
and he's not.
Now my friends and family are illegal.
Thanks, California.
You Bastard.
As I run to the ruddy, dark dock
To find myself in a land of grey fog,
Where are the hippies now?
California likes to fail me.
The Butchy Bee sets sail
with the mourners
and the roses.
San Francisco on a Sunday.
Thanks, California.
You Asshat.
As I slog through the dysmal downpour,
To wind up in knee-deep mud,
Where are the environmentalists now?
California likes to fail me.
Working hard manual labor
for minimum wage,
always minimum wage.
School is far too expensive.
Thanks, California.
You Shithead.
1 comment:
I love this! I feel as though there is so much pressure and this "California Dreamin'" type of ideology that in actuality there is so much shame and sort of embarrassing under current that exists in California's history. A good example of this would be the recent voting on Prop 8. California has this reputation of being a progressive, liberal state, and now we have taken away a group of people civil liberties. The irony is so prevalent, it shocks me.
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