farmer joe

[coldphlegm]

they live in their holes
and fill them with coals
but nothing comes close
to the warmth of being a child

and they farm all day long
putting the seed in their arm
tearing up anything close
to the warmth of being a child

then they drag soles six feet under
exposing souls whored for plunder
like pirates sailing the sun
for the warmth of being a child

but i spend my days like a tick
sucking drugged blood with my prick
and i feel like im dying
in the winter like an old man