Revenge of the Lawn

Revenge of the Lawn

Nothing left of the people

Who ate the dirt

Who came from the desert

Looking for infatuation

The lawn was perfect

Perfect color

Perfect height

Just the right softness

There was a memory

Facts matter

They really do

After the spin is gone

This lawn got angry

At trying to be perfect

One night it went crazy

And covered the house

Trapped the people inside

I could hear them screaming

Trying to escape

There was nothing I could do

There is a moral to this story

Do not piss off the lawn

Who, it seems, only tolerate us

Building upon their soil

And perhaps choose wisely

What to strive for

For maybe we are not as powerful

As we think.