Gold Rush- By Bella 2/10/2009

You were
so different
California
of long ago
back when
People would say
Come to
Califonia
She's laid back
and slow
now you're lucky
to avoid gettin
run over
by the Escalades
and Hummers
Road kill
a vulcher's supper
Leaving you
by the wayside
Dude' now
ain't that
nuttin but
a bummer
Not much
else for you to do
just lay low
Not much else
to say

Back then
You could always
find a friend
even if only
for a day
But they were
always runnin
Always
running away
what can you say
to a bunch of
street orphan's
Trying too hard
to find their way
California
You've seen
better days

Oh California
No one cared
to keep track
of you
California
no one had
your back
Through the years
You turned a lot of
desperate carpetbaggers
into millionaires

California you
should've closed
those pearly gates
Shoulda succeeded
As a state
before freeways
spidered through
your veins
pumping more
water through
your desert heart
than you could sustain
till you busted
at the seams
California
your beauty
fulfilled so many
dreams

California you asked
for so little
you gave so much
If not for the
gold rush
You'd never
been bought
and sold
California
oh how young
you'd still be
the Ca-li-for-ni-a
of old