Cow Town (language warning) (EDIT 1)

[Robbie Reaper]

Rebel with nowhere to go,
no room here to change or grow.
Little fish in a big sea,
what the world can offer me.

Taxis, people, and parties,
somewhere I would rather be.
Put my old life on a shelf,
to make a name for myself.

But my world is fields of green,
trapped for miles without concrete.
No one ever leaves this town.
There they are, the fucking cows.

Hello,

This composition is rather comical - and unfortunately, I can relate to the subject a bit... (Thankfully I moved out of my hometown). Lol.

Funny work,
Robbie Reaper