Now, I lived that city life for a lot of years. It’s hard livin’ on account of people focusin’ more on workin’ themselves to death than enjoyin’ the privilege of breathin’. I moved into the concrete jungle on account of there bein’ money to be made. Unfortunately, a lot of money has to be spent for the privilege of livin’ the city life. After all, somebody must pay for them skyscrapers, asphalt, and concrete.
The air’s dirty, and the water tastes funny, but there is still a lot of prestige that comes with livin’ in the city. I suppose that’s because folks assume women in dress suits and men in tailored suits must be workin’ hard. After all, only an idiot would want to wear them things all the time for fun. They are a pain to get on and a pain to wear and a pain to keep up.
In reality, most folks in them uptown buildings did nothin’ but spend half their day jawin’ to one another about their friends, television shows, or who was cheatin’ on their spouse with another co-worker. At least in the country we stay busier than a one-legged man in a butt kickin’ contest when there is work to be done.
Down on the farm, we don’t stop workin’ ‘til the chores are done, but then we have more fun than a tub full of PJ. That’s because we play as hard as we work.
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