Feb 2017
My side has the bread
Your side has the butter
My side has the golf sink
Your side has the putter
You can't hear the words
I can't help but mutter
Your side has the animals
But my side has the hunters
Your side has the butter
My side has the golf sink
Your side has the putter
You can't hear the words
I can't help but mutter
Your side has the animals
But my side has the hunters
This poem is about two separate sides needing each other in order to survive, but who only end up destroying each other whenever opportunities present.
