Guitar Cases and Dirty Clothes

THIS TOWN

This town knows nothing.
Holes in floors of minds, dust on cerebral blinds
Ready to give up because mommy and daddy did
And nothing will change the product, the kid.

Especially if mommy or daddy is gone
Or never was there at all, never able to call
Just an accidental on-purpose mistake
A result of a choice poorly made

Though never planned
The kid’s not a waste, NEVER a blank face

The sins of the father
Or the mother, or each other
Should never be a reason
To commit progressive treason

I don’t hold it against them
It’s not their fault, that progress stalls
Ten years behind all that surrounds
Like being okay with gold never found

But what if change
Wasn’t as painful, or disdainful
As if is feared to be
Just try it and see

Seriously…