Mutation Me
Four leaf clover mutation me
Small and crouched in grass
And weeds— a pot of gold
At rainbow's end and cereal
It told me so: to score a goal
I'll trample them in turf
And if I got my wish
So wasted with a hug so frozen
Side to side And never knowing
More than lone star campgrounds
(What?)
And I love me
A small biome
Grasshoppers on
Commuter flights home
We make forts
That no one's Storming
Plagues of angels scratching
Swarming at our doors
(Ugh, Gross!)
Small and crouched in grass
And weeds— a pot of gold
At rainbow's end and cereal
It told me so: to score a goal
I'll trample them in turf
And if I got my wish
So wasted with a hug so frozen
Side to side And never knowing
More than lone star campgrounds
(What?)
And I love me
A small biome
Grasshoppers on
Commuter flights home
We make forts
That no one's Storming
Plagues of angels scratching
Swarming at our doors
(Ugh, Gross!)
Credits
Writer(s): Nic Koller
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