Why You'd Want To Live Here

I'm in Los Angeles today: it smells like an airport runway,

jet fuel stenches in the cabin and lights flickering at random.

I'm in Los Angeles today: garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways

always creeping, even when the population's sleeping.



And I can't see why you'd want to live here.



I'm in Los Angles today: asked a gas station employee

if he ever had trouble breathing

he said It varies from season to season, kid.



It's where our best are on display: motion picture

actor's houses maps are never ever current, so save

your film and fifteen dollars.



And I can't see why you'd want to live here.



Billboards reach past the tallest buildings

We are not perfect, but we sure try

As UV rays degradate our youth with time.



The vessel keeps pumping us through this entropic place

In the belly of the beast that is Californ-i-a

I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts from when they

weigh me on the way out (here nothing is free)



The Greyhounds keep coming dumping locusts into the streets

until the gutters overflow and Los Angeles thinks

I might explode someday soon.



It's a lovely summer's day and I can almost see the skyline

through a thickening shroud of egos. (is this the city of angels or demons?)

Here the names are what remain: stars encapsulate the gold lane

and they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating,



And I can't see why you'd want to live here

Billboards reach past the tallest buildings

you can't swim in a town this shallow

You will most assuredly drown tomorrow.