Tea , clover honey with screaming plans for
the morrow
Sorrow , urban sorrows
To disappear as a tom into the woodland
No tracks for the huntsman , the taxman nor the sharpshooter
Decadent , fur coated , remorseless Atlantans
A countryside spartan , an archer shooting prayers into the rural night , a mortal simpleton beyond measure , lunatics obsessed with the forty hour work week hidden treasure !!!  They die everyday , drop like rocks , their story encapsulated , chiseled on a marble block
Something for the gardner to **** eat
Faded paper flowers , fire ants in the pea gravel
The pre-planned life of another worker bee committed to earth that no one cares to celebrate or unravel
******* time clock , ******* office politics , **** the idiot you're training to become your boss , **** the mans silk suits and his cashmere socks