Gnatwoods Poem by Randy McClave

The tiny, little town of Gnatwoods
A place where I would not want to live,
With constant disruption, from bigotry, racism and corruption
Maybe someday them all GOD might forgive.
Their streets are paved out of immorality and bribery,
The citizens don't care, they have no conscience or worry.

In that tiny, sleepy, little community
Where there is so much to shelter and hide,
With its liars and cheaters, humanities ugliest creatures
How could GOD ever be on their side?
If you are not white! you just don’t belong,
Even though you pledge allegiance and sing America’s song.

It is a town with its lies and its secrets
Where peace and harmony they don't care to improve,
Everyone is always complaining, from sin they are not abstaining
If I’d live there, I know that I would pack up and move.
Trash is always kept in the minds and not in the bins,
All the thoughts and souls there, needs to be cleansed.

Mothers always lie to protect their cowardly sons
And fathers forget and neglect their own daughters,
The only known law, is from graft and gossip sipped from a straw
A calm is never felt over their stormy waters.
In their gardens they only grow decadence and turpitude,
Not roses or plants or even tomatoes, a gardens food.

In that sleepy little bedroom community
Where both the people and the government are corrupt,
Salvation is lost, and temptation is found at a cost
Where religion and truth to their people will only distort and disrupt.
The doors are all closed and the curtains are always drawn,
And skeletons are buried in everyones front lawn.

If I were looking for place to raise a family
I know to one city that I would never would want to go,
Where the family matters? It doesn't exist there it only shatters
Where it is always easier to say goodbye than it is to say hello.
Dishonesty thrives in the local government and all the neighborhoods,
If I painted a picture of debauchery, it would be that of the city of Gnatwoods.

Randy L. McClave