Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Lament for the Groundhogs, or Poor Buggers

Copyright © 2004 by April King
You lived on crap land
By noisy roads
If that bugged you
It never showed.

Your kinfolk died on
A roadway of hell.
An SUV sounded
Your ma's death knell.

We drove you out
We gassed you too
Guess this is progress
But not for you.

It ain't right
It ain't fair
There ain't no hide
There ain't no hair

Of the groundhogs. Poor buggers.

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