In These Woods

It takes skill.

It takes will.

If you've got it, then you've got it.

If you don't, there's a pill.

It takes skill.

They watered down

The poison in this town.

They raised us wrong,

They raised us strong,

They raised us up with arms 10 feet long.

I'm afraid we're Hansels.

I'm afraid we're cancelled and Gretteled.

I'm afraid we don't have the mettle

To make it in these woods.

The Empire State

Made out of ginger cake

Came crumbling down

Before we got a taste.

Summer settles,

Fall faints,

Spring spreads,

Winter waits,

Dusk consents,

And dawn redecorates.