I want to be out of this place
with trailer parks and dollar stores
across the road with bright lights
and low prices that are just too good
a renewed kind of feudalism
every single worn out hill
I know it’s the backbone 
and what it is like to stand
at the top and look out at the wonder
thick trees covering up humanity
momentarily erasing us from the equation
a mistake left to run its course

I used to believe I could live
somewhere else
but this cast iron in my blood
isn’t going anywhere
and the drawling slaughter of words
that some call charming
will stick with me
just like cancer that so many 
around here try and pray away
cause there’s no money for anyone
only false gods, lottery, and fake magic