I once thought a crow
Had pecked through my trash bags.
But it was just you,
You scattering all the bad things
I’ve never done.
Just for fun,
To run my name through banana peels
And gum.
The trees weep with weary limbs
Looking at the cobwebs in the grass.
The crow, too craven,
The raven, too slow.
I wouldn’t guess you weak willed,
I wouldn’t have known
The way this would go.
The crow, too craven,
The raven, too slow.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC
I once thought a crow
Had pecked through my trash bags.
But it was just you,
You scattering all the bad things
I’ve never done.
Just for fun,
To run my name through banana peels
And gum.
The trees weep with weary limbs
Looking at the cobwebs in the grass.
The crow, too craven,
The raven, too slow.
I wouldn’t guess you weak willed,
I wouldn’t have known
The way this would go.
The crow, too craven,
The raven, too slow.
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