Up in the air
Birds hunger to peel us.
In the field we all wander
Cutting grass with our teeth
It is survival.
Gums callused, and scabbed backs,
We have lived too long.
Steal the weeds before someone else,
and my back will scab.
Don't steal the weeds before someone else,
or I will starve.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
Up in the air
Birds hunger to peel us.
In the field we all wander
Cutting grass with our teeth
It is survival.
Gums callused, and scabbed backs,
We have lived too long.
Steal the weeds before someone else,
and my back will scab.
Don't steal the weeds before someone else,
or I will starve.
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