Forsaken soul
Taking root in a land thought barren
Or hostile
Or uninhabitable
Where the water is poison
The air toxic
Will your vines slip through the cracks,
Dandelion?
Will you be the ****
That blossoms in the summer
And leaves yellow stains on
The palms of our hands?
Will we cut your roots down?
Will we shut out the sun?
Do we shake the earth with cloven hooves
And break the stone?
Maybe you'll **** the water supply dry
Or maybe you'll just **** the poison out
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
Forsaken soul
Taking root in a land thought barren
Or hostile
Or uninhabitable
Where the water is poison
The air toxic
Will your vines slip through the cracks,
Dandelion?
Will you be the ****
That blossoms in the summer
And leaves yellow stains on
The palms of our hands?
Will we cut your roots down?
Will we shut out the sun?
Do we shake the earth with cloven hooves
And break the stone?
Maybe you'll **** the water supply dry
Or maybe you'll just **** the poison out
A turbulent family member is apparently expecting. The emotions are a mixed bag.
