My heart is in West Malibu
That’s where I love to be.
Away from all Politicians
And their chicanery.
I can grow my greens and veggies
And maybe a tree or two.
Or drop a quail into the pot
And make a tasty stew.
I can test my new Ferrari
On good old PCH.
Out here it’s mostly uncontrolled
And you’re left much to your fate.
My parties can be noisy,
I can pound the drums all night.
The screams and laughing’s muffled
And no cause for any fright.
The tourist’s make no problems,
Since I built the barbed wire fence.
And the line of avocado trees
Hides my true intent.
Which is:
To survive in peaceful freedom
And pay my taxes, too.
And live out here in the poor part
Of old west Malibu.
By Phineas P. Fogbotham (Harry Finch)