Friday, April 9, 2010

Foxhole Prayers, part 3

[originally written 4/7/10 in conjunction with parts 1 & 2 - Posted 3.20.2012]

I don't like it here,

half burrowed...

Like those little furry creatures,

that I never seem to understand.

Why were they created,

people love them so much.

These homy little annoying holes,

they paw away at in the ground.

Up in New Windsor,

where the deer eat your freshly planted tomatoes.

and ruin all the sweat you put in,

the effort to make something so different work.

Damn those deers,

for eating what's dear.

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