December Fields
december fields
it only rains in these fields in december
for xmas is crying never comes here
people are too poor to care
for a fake invisible sky god
who may or may not exist
what exists is poverty and superstition
believing in what they can see in the day
and can’t see in the night
in omens and signs and words
oddly xmas isn’t on the list
just another working day
in the town where december rain
only falls in the fields in december
small town folk paranoid insolent
using bibles as toilet paper
how I feel the december rain
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