He Always Wanted to Buy the Farm A little flock of chickens A hive of honey bees A tiny herd of goats And an orchard with fruit trees. He
Houses constructed of sawdust and sand; Wrappers of plastic trashing the land; Spewing exhaust, lining up for more fries, While war machines endlessly take to the skies. Our military is
Played the Game The Carcinogens Cows Don’t Fly I played the game and lost I put my toes across the line I played the game and lost victory totally wasn’t