The country cuzzin stopped amazed, at the things he saw and heard <br />Just violence, lust and avarice, complete four letter words. <br />'Go to the town' the folks had said, 'Go get your taste of life'. <br />So come he had, with cap in hand, some thoughts of finding wife. <br /> <br />But found instead of pavements gold, instead of waiting dreams <br />Was only greed and selfishness, and money grabbing schemes. <br />No neighbours there to educate, to light and show the way <br />Were only hands outreached like claws, protectors wanting pay. <br /> <br />Yet soon he swore as lustily, as those who lived in town, <br />And sinned and sexed as hungrily, no longer country clown. <br />He preyed and fed on others met from country roads inbound <br />Survived and grew on others sweat, and fattened as they drowned. <br /> <br />Now looking back on lines above, no sadness on his fall <br />For wise I think to understand, this fate awaits us all. <br />No country place is that old home, just peace before our birth <br />No sinning seedy town awaits, just life for what it's worth.<br /><br />James James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/country-cuzzins/
