Residents Bossy Lyrics

Bossy Lyrics

Sat upon an empty box of Cheerios and settled
Through the cracks of wooden
floors
Forming little cone mountains
Fertile soil on which to rest
My
dirty little white stone
With dimples to keep it from
Rolling down the
dusty trail
Brought such straight rows
Like corn and peas
And foot
caves in cold dirt
And the sore throat that follows
"Everyone always knew
it ended this way,
But I still don't understand why...
Milking the cow
didn't work."
She was warm and had a rough
Mus-cular tongue for
licking
Salt blocks and brown eyes like a cow
And her name was
Bossy.
We didn't eat her I don't think
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