I said I’ll love you till the cows come home
I laughed misunderstanding you, the lyrics
And every day I bike to see the cows, still looking
The cows never went home, my love
Not to our home, not to a barn,
Not even to the neighbours’
The country song, the smell of hay
The car, long drive,
Through Vacaville and Davis
We were cow country, once again I am
And finally
The cows went home
Years ago, my love
And they were miked, and loved, and slaughtered
We fried them love
They did come home and then we ate them.
18/06/2023
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