As i was driving with my mother this fine day
The tires hugged the pavement as if gay
I found myself sympathetic to the corn
Gasping for a breath of air with every wave
Mother Nature continues to put them to grave
Then i saw a single oak leaf floating alone
But as far as trees go, it was dry as a bone
I laughed silently to myself about said leaf
For i knew it had an inevitable fate of drowning
The new birth of field maggots was crowning
I found my eyes wandering to the new mud pile
Stubbornly groaning and excreting bile
I put up my boots and sang to Wolfmother
Singing my hymn to the likes of no one
Waiting for the girl to finish her run
Back to the corn that was slowly dying
And the farmers field, I'm sure was crying
Its not that i wouldn't, i just could do nothing
The corn was gasping for that last breath
Arrogantly boasting to me about death
I wish i could save the corn to make it suffer
Escaping life makes them no tougher
I say fuck you to those plants for laughing
They know that i have much left to live
I count it as luck for i have love to give
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