The Planter
By shomi
It’s just a river, you knownot the ganges or a nile.Glacier white above and muddy belowhere it’s green. Moss muck money green.Yes, that’s my son with a gun.Boys, to be men, need toys, you knowand my wife, there with the butterflieshates creepy crawlies.Leach bleach smoke spraywho needs fish anyway?I love the smell of DDT in the morning.I think I’ll leave teacould make one an alchy, you know.Go down to the plains and grow green gold. Teak in the tropics. Written November 2nd, 2001 © on Nov 01 2001 10:38 PM PST 0 • 9
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"It’s just a river, you knownot the ganges or a nile.Glacier white above and muddy belowhere it’s green. Moss muck money green.Yes, that’s my son with a gun.Boys, to be men, need toys, you knowand my wife, there with the butterflieshates creepy crawlies.Leach bleach smoke spraywho needs fish anyway?I love the smell of DDT in the morning.I think I’ll leave teacould make one an alchy, you know.Go down to the plains and grow green gold. Teak in the tropics...."