Loco Weed
It is crazy, it is loco, just like the name
On ranches in the Southwest, it will grow
It is a poison, a narcotic, will drive animals insane
Once they have eaten it for a short period of time, never the same
It will ill them, but death comes slow
Has the very same affect as heroin and cocaine
Looks like alfalfa, pretty, sweet and green
Grows in the winter, when grass is straw like and dead
They are forever pulled to it, like a magnet force
To them it is like sweet candy, very high in protein
But in a matter of time, will take them to their death bed
From a deer to an antelope, to a cow and a horse
It is easy to tell when one is on he weed, by the things that they do
They will get thin, won't eat anything else, get upset fast
Like a worm in a apple, that is what it does to their brain
They are in a storm of their own and do not have a clue
It is one that they will never get past
Like drugs, everything to lose and nothing to gain
The seed will lay in the ground for ninety nine years of more
They have tried to eradicate it, the next year it will be back
They chop and burn it, but still there is the seed
For the rancher it is a losing battle and a lopsided score
The more they fight, the less that they win
So they just try to live with the damn old LOCO WEED
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