<h1>Cows</h1>

Chew your cud, honey.

You know you’ve earned my money.

This time together will be our last,

I promise the end will come fast.

But I’m not the first to misuse you

And I won’t be the last to abuse you.

Know, my girl, I’ll never see you again,

Your subtle magic won’t wreck my brain.

The teasing plying of your trade,

The mask of your façade,

The gum in your mouth, the cud,

The passion burning in your blood.

To graze on the money of the lonely man

Pastures of the rotten and the damned

You can low and call out all you want

But with one taste on your lips you can’t stop

And the world becomes your pasture

And you move on without a master

Through paddock and desolate barn

From city street to country farm.

With your knock-kneed walk, the high heeled shuffle

Your pouting lips, cigarette clenched, duck’s waddle.

You’re the epitome of the pathetic,

Your life is not so hectic

That you can break houses in two, for the life of you

I know it, girl, and you know it too…

So, chew your cud, honey.

You know you’ve earned my money.

This time together will be our last,

I promise the end will come fast.