Backyard

3.17.17


Backyard


The bane of the backyard is
the grass is always greener, it seems

when I'm mean and on that biblical shit


Thick when thumping, there's bound to be squirming
My snake sneaks a peak while it's worming

Plowing dirt,  shit could hurt
Pounding: squirts, rip that skirt

Loose your shirt (when I curse) - yeah, you heard me


Toting guns, double barreled
Screams?  The best; Christmas carols
Mowgli jungle, stretching bundles;  shit's so narrow


I'm Rudolph and Rudyard; still rude y'all, I'll cudgel
And bake (that ass.) Cake? - I eat that too!


Smash-mouth, I'll put *every*
Where you?   Winkles perry
Then crash, Staten Islands - I'll ferry


Backyards, grass and bullshit
Will strafe sheds with bullets
Bare bone, dig up dirt, now - come home


Come home, punished solely
on jeep, most unholy

Christen ring round my piston,
‎now listen‎...


I am‎ the *bane*

of your‎...

backyard