I thought you you and you would prove me wrong
Yet here I am- bets placed- winning the losing game
Its such a shame- that I'm to blame
For even imagining their words to bear fruit
Shriveled trees adorn my lawns- roots nestled into my core
How many more- corpsed trunks will I need
To painstakingly gouge from my soul
Tears cemented into the blades that dig deeper
How much more decay will I be dealt with upon jaded horizons
Lottery rigged for all who maintain their lawns
Before I lose- before I'm wrong of how vile men truly are