Tired Of The City.

I’m tired of the city I’d like to retire
To a shack in the back of beyond
Nothing too fancy as long as I have
A toilet that flushes along.

You say I'd be lonely? That would be, if only
I had no dog or a cat
A dog to guard me and a cat to keep me
From seeing a tramp or a rat.

A lamp would light my way round about
But I’d go to bed with the birds
Their chatter and clamour would make my head hammer
When dawn filtered in through the dirt.

The dirt on the windows is what I refer to
For in a shack in the back of beyond
No one would see that I couldn’t see
From my shack in the back of beyond.

What kind of future without a computer?
I haven’t yet made up my mind.
I’d talk to myself and work like a trooper
To prop up the shack that I find.

I don’t think you’ll miss me or rush in to kiss me
I’ll dress like a tramp. Do you mind?
No power or heating gives washing a beating
And I’m certainly not going to mind!!

©2010 Aug. Somebody….sniff….