Friday, January 9, 2015

What farms and Santa claus have in common

My pets don't die
They love and breathe until a farmer takes them away
On a farm full of mice and hens
Fat and happy

My parents told me their just sleeping
Dreaming happy dreams full of whimsy
Safe and sound

They were never run over
He skillfully crawled out of harms way
Up the tire inside the engine a man found him later
Asleep and purring

No, my cats are lucky you see because
Mom and dad told me

While I cried mom said he's fine don't me sad
I wasn't I was mad.

I'm not strong enough for you to be honest
You don't trust me to do what's right

I have night mares and I have eyes
When it gets dark you don't need to turn on a light
Flowers don't blossom in the shade
Constantly sheltering me

When it rained it poured and there was no one to save me
It seems I was over due for a visit with reality

My pets don't die, they talk in my slumber
Their lucky and frolicking on farms
Where it's sunny everyday and it never storms.

How they are lucky their not me basking in the sun of immortality.

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