Introduced to Another Use


I've come all this way to Crazy Town,
where abuse is quite profound.
Abandoned memories flood the streets,
fighting to keep their owners around.
Drunken bottles, used up baggies,
A litter of disease.
I've come all this way to Crazy Town,
can I clean up this misery?
I work my ass off to eliminate,
the wreckage I accumulate.
But now, I'm in a different town,
new disaster I have found.

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