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by Leroy F. Moore Jr
Welcome to Postcard City
Where everything is picturize
But don’t look for any substance
If you don’t like it sail across the Bay
We have mountains, rolling hills and bridges
Postcard City welcomes out-of-towners
A land of tourists kicking out residents
Postcard City is temporary
Hard to keep up the appearance
A utopia stiffling the other side of the story
Controlling with an iron fist
You can do anything
As long as it doesn’t go against our rules
No S R O’s
No studios
No section eight vouchers
No benches
No mattes in shelters
Playing musical chairs with no music
No more lodging in public
No sleeping in cars
No sitting at UN Plaza
No immigrants
No affirmative Action
No diversity leads to our ultimate goal, a utopia
No more artists
No more socialists
More and more
capitalists
No more free speech
No more Government cheese
No P G& E
Postcard City don’t care
About healthcare or welfare
Cause we got our share
No more liberals
No more homosexuals
No individuality
Follow the cat in the big hat
He is over seventy
Still making babies
Politics is dirty
In Postcard City
You wash my back i wash yours
A 20 cent stamp
And you can send this beautiful scenery
Across the country
The Grass is always greener
But what you see
Is man-made not Mothernature
Look beyond the window dressing
Unwrap the gift
Reality is more than a koack moment
Leroy F. Moore Jr.
5/01
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