Getting Rid Of The Country

Someone out there,

Says the countryside is fine and fair,

But not me, I am all alone here, deeply disgruntled!

But then I think I deserve it all,

All the hate, all the frustrations, all the gall,

That I feel inside, for I prefer being lazy and settled!

The bushes, the forests NOT what I am after,

Large trees I hate to pass by, though they offer birds shelter,

Don't! I just don't wanna live here anymore, nettled!

For the buses, the chaos, the hustle bustle,

Are what attract me, love to see damsels in troub

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le,

Love the confusion, that's where I wanna get settled!

But then I think I deserve it all,

For have I ever been industrious, in summer or fall?

So I guess I must remain in this shitass country all life, nestled!

Was offered a job at a mall but declined,

Was told by mom to 'WORK! EARN!' but I reclined,

Who else can I blame then, for living here, scuttled?

Peace and quiet do not belong to my taste,

But this is where my home is, where I must rest,

Or I have the choice to live on city's sidewalk, unsettled!