GAMES RUINED BY PIECES OF SHIT
When me and Abram used to play
around in his backyard,
our games were always ruined
when his older brother Nathan came out
and threw horse shit at us.
One day we figured
we’d just play far enough away,
way out in his field,
out of range of the horse shit.
We figured he wouldn’t actually
carry shit all that way,
just to throw it at us.
Well, he didn’t.
But the bastard still came out
and found a crab apple tree nearby,
and those hurt even more
than the pieces of shit.
Eventually we just gave it up
and hid out in the woods.
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