her windows are open
she looks out hopin
that people are copin
and eloping
because shes left alone and
she cant even phone him
she just waits for that moment
and she tires of waiting and thinks to herself
roll me over
into the clover
and lay me down
do it all over
again and again
just to prove you can fend...for yourself
she slits the throats of her flowers
while her soldier man devours
the enemy whom he empowered
but the taste is more potent than sour
especially when everyone cowers
beneath the brave mistakes
and the hate, killing seems so pointless
the religion and superstition
its a dirty mess
when the enemy is splattered all over
the place
and in your face
is this some kind of race
dont you miss your girlfriends lace
but your told shes a cold case,
and you just wnat to see her face
roll me over
in the clover
and lay me down
do it all over
again and again
just to prove you can fend...for yourself
