Day 131

Today;s words:

Poison
Bullet
Tractor
Midget
Shopping
Pants

Your words went straight to my heart, like a poison
Bullet.
Around here we spend our time at tractor
Pulls, but this is as hard as taking a midget
Shopping
For a new pair of pants

In a regular store.  They never have the right size pants,
Not even in the boys' department.  It's like drinking poison
Shopping
In those awful malls.  I'd rather take a bullet.
The midget
Enjoyed our tractor

Pulls. On a tractor
He was everyone's equal and the size of his pants
Didn't matter. But later the midget
Was sad, and he took poison
Or a bullet
And left a note that said, "No more shopping."

Shopping
Was a nightmare for him, unlike riding a tractor.
They found a bullet
In his pants
But it was poison
That the midget

Used to end his life. The midget
Will never have to go shopping
Again, thanks to the poison.
Hopefully somewhere he's still riding a tractor
And his pants
Are the same as everyone's. No need for a bullet.

But the bullet
That got me was when you told me the midget
Was dead. All because we couldn't find him pants
When we'd gone shopping.
If only he'd stayed with the tractor
Instead of taking poison.

If you put a bullet to my head I wouldn't go shopping
With the midget again; he was fine on the tractor.
He didn't need a new pair of pants, or to take poison.