Valley City

An emotional rollercoaster ride from New Year's Eve

I am stuck

Stuck beneath the frigid fist of Jack Frost

Jack Frost, The Jack-Off

Maker of icicles

Maker of depression

The venture capitalist that profits on the stupidity

Stupidity of bored people like me

And he has made millions

Millions of dollars in damage

Across the world this time of year

And Synchronicity, you malevolent b***h

Have made me chuckle at my despair once again

Last night, Schnapps Man told me to watch the idiot box

The winning streak came to an end, but it wasn't that

It was the fact that the winning coach looked like a dyke

But, I told him there was a dike a few blocks away

And they laughed then and I laugh now

There is a dike a few blocks away

But the raging waters won't be hindered

Won't be stayed when the bald hill breaks

Because I am in the valley

A deep crevice carved into the Earth

That will be the drowning place for many

When the devil's inland ocean decides

To break loose for its flimsy confines

It's called Valley City for a reason

and I'm stuck there today

Because the roads are dashed in red

And the real red is the last color

I want spilled

But the roads may turn to a

Dashed Violet

And I may leave the real

Valley City

And not return for a

Long while

By passing under the bridge,

The Bridge called The Hi-Line,

And once I see the shores,

The Shores of Ashtabula in

My rearview mirror

Will I have left my own

Valley City

In the memorial dustbin