A road parade
swimming out of formation
such bad children!
But now you see
the dead children
drunk by their birthers' love
when the moonlight bows
to the public cremation
of republic addiction
such bad legislation!
The parade was halted
by the mother of fathers
Madam Green Grill
trees rooted to her teeth
her soiled lips fertilize us all
as she grills her leaves
and withers for us all
until we are dead children
she attends our cremation
though unneeded for green nation
Madam Green Grill
she only wants our attention
so here's our detention
under the fading moonlight
as the trees become mother of mothers
but the dark clouds drool
when she whispers, sweating
"My mothers and fathers
the autumn will now end
have you realize it?
You are all my leaves."
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