…..A three mile island called metropolis, equipped with an economy and more, houses and stores, restaurants so you won’t get bored, constables equip with electric cars, policing the small streets and bars, no strings or cords but it floats from here and further abroad, from Florida to Brazil, Africa and back; its hospital, its clinics, a airport to catch ‘em wherever they at, take off if you want to hurry and get back; one hundred feet off the water in case of tsunami, open air so God’s beauty can’t get by me, we got a built in beach behind me, I challenge you to come find me.