She’s lying in an empty field On a bed of grass and leaves Alone to daydream freely About things no one believes No one will take her seriously Her thoughts, her hopes, her dreams So she lies in wait, as her mind creates An elaborate flawless scheme
Tires wreaking havoc on a dusty country road Spinning wheels in corn fields Mowed down row by row They’re in tank tops and in faded jeans Overalls rolled up to their knees A toothpick and a straw hat In a small town down the railroad tracks That’s where limits know no bounds Where the fox gets chased by hounds From dusk till dawn They’re here then gone Somewhere likely underground
Immersed in soft red velvet Sending shivers down my spine The goosebumps, they are plenty In a moment so divine Brushed against my face, my torso, arms, and hands Whenever wrapped in velvet It tends to ruin daily plans
She was queen bee for a reason She was respected and revered At least that’s what they told her Behind a voice of fear She was quick to chop a head clean off Without blinking an eye So your whole life sometimes Depended on your ability to lie
It was a poem without an ending An incoherent verse That was spewed out with the alcohol Then aided by a nurse The mood was rather somber It was palpable at best So the poem went without an ending And made little to no sense It was a simple little rhyme scheme A play on different words That were fed into my bloodstream Which now sounds a bit absurd I could taste the words when spoken But if they were deferred It still wouldn’t have an ending Despite what you may have heard
His mother sang to him a lullaby When she put him down for bed Her voice was soft and mellow As he rest his weary head His eyes were closed as he faded off And her voice grew softer still Until it turned into a whisper With her goal, in turn, fulfilled