Lone,
alone,
loan,
take the time to get far away from here,
for it will do you no good,
and it will only eat you up and chew at you,
and erode who you are,
and fill your world with cold,
for it is that kind of town,
so, go, go before it is too late,
for there is much here that is wrong,
and it will only kill your soul,
because it is a bitter place,
and the people pry and spy,
and dance to the tune of the devil,
while you, while you the rebel,
you are best far away from here,
for there is much ignorance and intolerance,
and happiness is not at home here,
in the quiet streets with the curtain twitchers,
in the town where everyone bitches,
in the town where no one has any good things to say,
so, go, go, go, for it will only get you down,
so be free my friend and enjoy your travels on the road,
for with your heart and the inspiration of everywhere,
new that you go,
enjoy yourself, for I fear if you stay in this place,
with its intolerance and hate, it will destroy you,
and send you to an early grave,
in the ground below.