Planter

A couple just quotes and a bag of beer, a good lord would take me out of here, but you're not good, you're bad. Can I get a crack at the worms that you have in your heart?

'Cause I got a compost going in my backyard and I'd throw 'em all in so they can start Doing their good work for the good earth, creating the smell that resides

Somewhere between the lines

I slept inside my mother's planter last night. I'm alright!

I slept inside my mother's planter last night

My hands smell like shit, and your perfume wafts off of the azaleas, I'm listening to MF Doom your designs. They feel just right as the temperature falls in the street

So I shiver a little bit and clutch for the heat 'cause the worms eat what I eat and we eat What they eat. SHIT! We're the same. I don't want to settle this one in your bed

No, never again!

So I slept inside my mother's planter last night. And all the little beneficial beings sang This poem song to me; I want you to hear it now