Across the fence from me the grass looks really greener,
But to offset the grass, their pit bull looks even meaner.
I could read labels on street trash if my eyesight were keener.
Across the street from me, the big field looks so inviting,
Except in the far corner where two tomcats are fighting.
I turned my back, not finding such tomfoolery very exciting.
The other side of town has all the really fine eating places,
But it also is the place where the greatest use of mace is.
It seems my side of town has much more friendly faces.
There are areas of town I never visit, I am full of excuses.
One is always hearing about gang fights and useless truces.
All the fighting for their turf, I don't know what the use is.
As a child I walked every street without fear or trepidation
But now we have become an alcoholic drug filled nation
I await the next millennium (3000) with anxious anticipation
