Smoke's "Ode to a leaf blower"

[Ol Smoke]

 

 

As I was awoken this morning, from all of it's still,

I heard a leaf blower, I think it was a Stihl.

It roared and hissed like a great tornadic fit,

So I went to the window to see who was running it.

 

Across the street I could see though the dust,

a man wearing overalls of orange and rust ,

he was walking up and down the street,

trying to blow the leaves ever so neat.

 

I slowly turned and into the closet I went,

to find my ought six and the shells I would spend

As I pondered my actions and felt of the lead,

I never hesitated, I just put one through his head.

 

Now as I sit here in the jail downtown,

I have to ask myself, is it profound,

that I am looking forward to telling the court,

of how much I hate people of that sort.

 

Five-thirty in the morning is too early to blow,

all those leaves from around my neighbor's front door.

So I feel no disgrace for what I have done,

I'm finally getting some sleep in this cell without sun.