Let’s kill the lawn mower
Since it’s already dead
The grass is grown up around it
So it may be hard to find it

Then lets burn the yard
And be done with it
Might as well kill it all
Kill it all

Dig a hole
And push it all in
Be rid of the crud
Let it turn to mud

Go inside in time for rain
Wash it all away
Get rid of my disasters
Forgetting disasters

More of my Writings:

• Red Eyes and Muddy Bones
• Black Horse
• Lost in the Cajun Bayou