Scratch
buffalo shit smells
in big piles on the prairie
stepping out to enjoy some nature
and there goes that pair of shoes
should’a, would’a worn boots today
if I’d known about your lies
thought we’d get together
just you and I, like the young days
and maybe, you know, frolic
like we used to
but you were back spreading fertilizer
which stinks but helps the grass grow
in spring through summer
you were kind of like that
a stinking fucking mess
that I needed to help grow
