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You should visit Nata land
A wonderful, cynical space
Where perfectionists live
Without a hair out of place

Sarcasm is our language
We're fluent in every tongue
No one here is out of place
We welcome the calm and high strung

Nata land is a safe place to live
Crime is only on tv
And cliffs are not for jumping
But admiring the deep blue sea

Our breed of cat is cheshire
What a lovely little king
Such a little joker
Mocking every single thing

Yes, people die in Nata land
We're not immortals as you may think
But we live a pleasant long life
With tales including the kitchen sink

Everyone has a profession
No one's a lost cause
Psychobabble is normal
So is accepting our flaws

Outsiders think we're strange
How silly could they be?
They're the strangers here
Sipping on their morning tea

That bitter feeling you get
When you hear a belittling voice
Well that's the taste of coffee
With a sweet cake of your choice

When visiting Nata land
Optimists be aware
This is where pessimists reside
We don't merely vanish in thin air

We, ourselves, are realists
Adding logic to unkind words
Not everyone here is social
Some prefer company of morning birds

As rational as we may be
That doesn't mean
That everything we stand for
Can not be unseen

You know when you're late?
That time without a second to spare?
Then someone runs right into you
And scurries off without a care.

Well this is when all science turns to dust
And we wish the world was flat
Because he or she would scurry off the earth
And then that was that

Conformity here is a word unheard of
People in oil black suits and dresses may look the same
But they're all considered unique, individual
Because they're not a rose by any other name

Mornings are cliché
You can barely roll out of bed
There are very few early bird types
For most of them have fled

Mornings here are a bad day hair gone right
They're ungodly traffic and curse or two
While that woman waves a manicured hand
And one person flips off a few

No one likes mornings here
Which is why we work into the night
Making sure all is perfect
Ignoring emotional blight

Dear, oh dear
Have I forgot to mention?
We're straight forward, blunt,
We always have intention

Yes, everyone here is blunt
Spitting out the truth
There's no use to hide it
It even consumes the youth

Intention to hurt
Intention to love
It's all the same
To think of

Rarely hesitant
We will ask you face to face
We like to know the truth
Even if it means disgrace

On a lighter note we're social
But have no desire to be so
Because our personalities don't clash
Our conversations rarely slow

Nata land has no religion
We honestly don't care
Don't shove it down our throats
And we'll always stay fair

Not that life here is fair
It's not that lovely a place
But we're allowed opinions
We all get our own space

No one here is patient
Life is just a wait
So our work is time efficient
Our priorities set straight

So unconventional,
Nata land is very strange
Not many can stand it
But it's not about to change