The chickens struggling, the coop is closed
The man is dead at the ol’ homestead;
There remains yer rough-carved chair and twiddle your rocks till sleep just to wake up;
And die without consent as you dream of yer cows,
though never would’ve consented even if you were awake and farm-proud
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
The chickens struggling, the coop is closed
The man is dead at the ol’ homestead;
There remains yer rough-carved chair and twiddle your rocks till sleep just to wake up;
And die without consent as you dream of yer cows,
though never would’ve consented even if you were awake and farm-proud