Down on the Farm

I wrote this when I was hungry. Just being honest. Best read quickly with a 2/4 beat.

Happy Halloween!

Down on the Farm

He likes to eat
the meat the meat
the fresher the meat
the stronger the beat
of the heart the heart
that the farmer stops
when he picks up his cleaver
and chops and chops
in the barn the barn
the secret barn
that he built in the woods
at the back of the farm
the farm the farm
where the animals played
til the farmer decided
they all must be slayed
and slayed and slayed
and now in the dark
he keeps only women
he steals from the park
the park where the boys
and the girls run around
and look for their mommies
who cannot be found
but wait the farmer
he hears a sound
the sound of feet
of feet on the ground
approaching the barn
the barn with the door
the door that if opened
reveals his chore
so he watches the door
as he picks up his knife
and the door when opened
reveals his wife
his wife his wife
who sees the knife
and the women who
beg and plead for life
and the knife the knife
it shines in the light
as the wife asks, “my dear,
which one’s for dinner tonight?”

Because…

She likes to eat
the meat the meat
the fresher the meat
the stronger the beat
of the heart the heart
that the two of them stop
when they pick up their cleavers
and chop and chop and chop

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