My town likes industrial impotence My town's small, loves its diffidence My town thrives on dangerous bigotry My town's big in the sense of idolatry My town believes in God and his crew My town hates the Catholic and Jew My town's innocent, selfistic caper My town's diligent, reads the newspaper My town's sweet, I was born bare My town is not what I am, I am here James Dean My town's mid-sized, its projects spunky My town is trendy, sometimes funky My town thrives on music and malls My town needs some money at call My town is a newer invention My town’s fine in my perception My town’s fair and open-minded My town’s fairly seldom winded My town’s not big, it's nice indeed but My town can’t give me what I need. Frederic Laudenklos Until today I found no proof of the authenticity of the poem said to be written by James Dean. February 2010.