
A sorrowful day
for the
straggly failures.
Once fertile land
the farmer
orders a clearing.
Slice by the Scythe
they fall towards
the over-farmed land.
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A sorrowful day
for the
straggly failures.
Once fertile land
the farmer
orders a clearing.
Slice by the Scythe
they fall towards
the over-farmed land.
Cow manure hides in grass pockets. Pigs dream of staging a riot, while the chickens only care about designer hats. The cat meows, “Bastards”, and the dog barks at unseen things.
On the farm, a cool wind starts up as Bob steps in manure, and the cat meows, a smile, “Idiot”.