hermaphrodites mating

A Poem by darkangel

break me in, till' i'm worn quite thin
holes in the soles
might as well be the shoes on all of them
walking away and then driving over me
slash and burn upon the field of clover leaves
panics striking my manic like lightening
anxious to find the field where i've sewn
compromise,the noose is rather tight
cash it in, grinding at my bones
lullabys spewing baby lies