Sheriff has his feet up Outlaw rides a path Deputy is cleanin up ***** draws a map
Of a tumble **** Tumbelin down the street
Where the fields a burnin And the wells are dry And the blacks burnin The curious eyes
Of a crow perched on a fence wheat hangin from its beak
Where bones are speakin From a barn ablaze Old man speakin From the flames
Admittedly, this ones a bit weird. After reading it several times a day for two days, i feel as though its an opening to a bigger piece that may require a hook, and though i hate hooks and hate following any kind of rule set, i think it would be fitting for whatever the **** it is im trying to do here. Feedback appreciated. I will likely disregaurd it, and utilize your feedback in my own way, but i appreciate it none the less. You ******* rock!