Grass, Death, And Home Poem by Michael Walkerjohn
Grass, Death, And Home
grass is greener, where?
over hill and dale and death
Cemetery' Home!
snails crawl; crawling snails
leaving trails of slimy goo
on salad' taste good!
every thing will die
leaving trails of slimy goo
and chunks of fresh meat!
but; because it does
all Hell breaks loose tomorrow
Love' worth is nothing
Nonetheless, my loves
escape before my time ends
IAM free again!
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