Marietta, Georgia – home of my heart and breath of my lungs. How beautiful is your smile? You have nurtured me from my tender days. Through the huggies years you were there consoling me with your milk and care. A mother you have been to me and to many past and many to come. With your beautiful sunrises and sunsets you awaking and lay down ones more.
Your Southern hospitality radiates in every citizens face. Your parks are full of play and families spread out in your tender soil. Your diners and restaurants spring up friendships and mend hungry bodies. Your streets beam with lights that show the way for those in the dark; your nightly festivities bring many together from all backgrounds. That is why I come home to you my Marietta.
Even though you are envious of Atlanta with her gay streets full of more bodies you need not worry. Noisy in all her ways and rush hour that drives many although none go anywhere she is no match for you. With her night clubs, homeless people and drunk stars who think they can do as they please but I am not moved. With her thousand cops per square mile while many starve to death; but protection of the rich is more important than feeding the poor. With her peachtree road full of cars and constant pollution and her widespread legs ejaculated on by many who visit Georgia she only attracts one-nighters. I tell you my sweet Marietta, you need not be jealous. I will not leave you for the likes of that whore. You are my one and only.
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