to the town that made me

Palo Alto, this is at you.
You are America's Machu Picchu.
Cottled to death, in a sea of concrete.
Somehow I still love you.

I jog across your landfill.
I use to eat your vegetarian burgers.
You taught me a lot of things.
But the greatest lesson of all.
Was exactly how not to think.

thank you

I am the universe, I take in its energy, so I took in the toxicity,
Of the legal meth head next to me.
I criticize you because I love you.
I want you to get healthy.

You are in a beautiful place in the world.
You hold a lot of my memories.
Before you, I never knew angst, I never knew anxiety,
I became someone I was not, the city lied to me.

How is this the place where the Grateful Dead met?
I see the blues.
the Workingman left when he was shown no respect.
Fuck academia's pretentious bullshit,
The DIY ethos of the Workingman is superior,
He can teach himself to do anything.
While the ivy man won't even look in the mirror.
He doesn't know he is poison.