Ray Childish Deadly Mushroom Hunt
I shake grains of soil from my neat new summer dress
readjust my tousled hair – I sure look like a mess
I shake the dirt from my hands and curse the dirt behind my nails
no one mentions, they get dirty, in tales
Such a nice sunny day, yet I'm in a gloomy mood
haven't I warned you to shut up when you started getting rude?
but you kept going on and on, gesticulating in the air
you kept a screaming and a shouting, but I didn't really care
Didn't we set out to gather mushrooms,
equipped with a basket and a knife
this was supposed to be the gorgeouest mushroom hunt in my life
why did you have to scold me, call me names and be so cruel
I don't let anybody rant at me like you did, as a rule
You raised my pulse and raised my heart rate
and made tears blur my sight
that's when I scratched you in the face and started a fight
I won't relate all of the details which lead to your untimely death
I don't recall how many stabs it took to color red this path
A swishing knife, a heavy moan and a thud were all I heard
let's be honest, all your lifetime you've been nothing but a nerd
put in terms of an equation that way as yet unheard:
basically you're to the worms now what a worm is to a bird
