this town is trying to kill me
with its flashing and its lights
its nutters and its liars
and its endless drunken nights
its painted plastic women
its wild dreams of fame
but when the night is over
it's the morning just the same
this town is trying to drown me
in a river of shit wine
of burgers, chips and acid trips
with every parking fine
its men of weakened morals
and its women of lost hope
and when the wine is finished
there is still a little dope
this town is trying to kill me
i can feel it in my heart
its singers all dead ringers
for the anti-hero part
its heroes counting zeros
and its statues all in lead
this town is trying to kill me
for it is already dead
this town needs to be buried
in a heap of granite stone
forgotten heap of rotten cheap
and rancid flecks of foam
of old discarded condoms
and desire that never learns
for when the night is over
and the morning burns and burns
Errors of Judgement by Wayne Myers