Have you seen The Failure Lumps?
The hills that never green
Where poor men go to sit and slump
And hear the poor gun sing
Have you seen The Failure Lumps?
Where people are not jolly
Even though both night and day
The sun bakes all the folly
You'll see here at The Failure Lumps
The saved hand slightly quivers
From what the sun will do right here
It's not from getting shivers
You'll see here at The Failure Lumps
The wolves will often howl
From finding all these random bumps
Like a dead cat in a towel
What happens at The Failure Lumps?
I think you get the gist
People allow all things violent
And let dad tar the fist
What happens at the Failure Lumps?
A whining lad jabs true
With his bitter teenage war
He'll surely see it through
Everyone here at The Failure Lumps
Taste bile and kind rain
But for some odd reason
They focus on the pain
Everyone here at The Failure Lumps
Come and always stray
Like one son who failed a joke
And tripped on axe bright bloody stains
While The Failure Lumps has many things
Like many different tools
You'll never see those who are attractive
Because true men are hot farm fools
Years have past
Now there is grass
And The Failure Lumps
Is quiet at last
(c) 2021 Tanner Stevenson
