Lemongrass

He laid her down in lemongrass

Where little ladies led

Lives filled with luster

In shoes made of lead.

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He kept the commons quiet

So con-men could still come

To make their clever claims

And keep the confused young.

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They tried to tiptoe through tall trees:

Timid, terrified and shy.

They trusted when they told them

That to leave they had to fly.

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In misty morning light,

You could see atop the hill.

Metal feet jumping off

For their minds are terribly ill.

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Like flowers floating through the breeze,

Gravity pulled down their shoes.

Flying through the frosty air

Until their brains were bruised.

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He laid her down in lemongrass

To lessen his lover’s pain.

He makes his loose-lipped promises

But, given the chance, he’d do it again.