Okay, I'll make a deal with you
Yeah, you, civilization.
I didn't ask to be born in, but
I grew to love you, your
Fumbling politics and
Endearing attempts at wooing my attention.
Yeah, you really made me laugh.
We had some good times.
Every second a new horse is at the
Post, ready to run.
I can't keep up with you.
become more demanding and, let's face it,
Uglier—I can't take your moods anymore.
So, dear civilization, I'm getting off.
Leaving you behind to change all alone...
©2008 Alan P. Scott. All rights reserved.
Last updated February 7, 2008