Landscaping
Who in hell am I? a goddamned farmer?
Out in the yard I'm the queen of the flowers
How was I supposed to know not to water them
twelve times a day?
Jesus, I wonder how it is that a flower can freakin' drown
I chopped instead of trimmed, oh God help me
They are looking at me! I swear it! I seen the
pointy little leaved ones peeking and cringing…
Oh, I talk to them, I do
and they just love this voice, I think
Though I did wonder why some shudder
The breeze?
I like to get my hands in the dirt and play
Noone told me it was so much fun
'Specially when it's wet and gooey
My herbs don't like it when I toss it about
They want a mutiny, I heard the bush say
So I had to trample them, the little shits
Teach 'em who's boss of these rows, I did
Someone gave me some seeds
I put 'em in and they did not a damned thing
They hate me and are getting back I'm sure
Well fuck them then, I'll put weeds in that row
Strangle the little bastards
All in all, when I see the sun
and the rain comes
the little things come on out and shine
I come skipping out to them
and attack them again
They really love me