your words teeter
Like an old scarecrow
And I am the bird
That blows you down
But I never leave you
I watch you ruin those crops
I hold you in my hands
And you rip out my guts
I starve for you
The ground is dead
My heart goes unfed
I give and yet I lose
And you leave
Like you still have a job to do.
Written sept 25th 2019
