…E̴͖̟̭̓̈͂́͛͐̈a̴̝̘̰̞͈̖̲̭͛̉̓̓͜͝ś̶̢̻̺̱̙̀̓͋̌͑t̴͎̖̋ ̷̧̑͛̋̆͛̌͊͝V̶͇͛̆̄̽̋ī̵̙̯͈̙̯͚̓̏̉͒̈́̿̚̕ͅṛ̵̨̗͉͕̥̣̚g̵̨̘̜͊͑̔̾͑͝͝į̸̨̲͓̙̓̿̓̉̂̆̇̔̕ṅ̴̦͇̓̒̀̄̓̎̆̓ḭ̵̧̠̼̬̮̤͜͠a̵̰̎̈̕͠…

Death in the city induces anxiety

The smallest issue could break me

I sleep late into the day but cannot sleep at night

Curse Satan that I live in this city.

OK actually evil John Denver kinda slaps

this one is cracking me up :D

Make me the boss,

I wanna be a jerk!!

And flex on the peasants,

Gonna make em see.

How cool it is,

To own the city streets.

Waking at seven, meeting agenda.

Grey carpet hallways, nuther email to deliver.

“Huh. I thought the Rockies would be a little more rocky, ya know? That Evil John Denver is full of shit.”