keep your plains
give me a mountain
i don't want your palm trees
or flowers
make me climb a redwood
make me tramp 'cross a desert
and
for heaven's sake
keep the damned hurricanes where they belong
this side of the continent
rocks my world

scorpions over red ants anyday
and droughts over rain
over there
i've nothing to gain
who cares how beautiful your oceans are?
you haven't been in an ocean
until pacific waters cooled your ankles
so stay away, state of flowers
because i've got the gold