God said to a seed,
“let the life go on”.
I am the seed
and so is the drunkard
I’ve seen in the tavern
every eve of my life;
the bank account he dreams of is seed,
people have told him one he will need,
but still he awakes each morning.
Tag: DFW
A giant car,
the size of 30 Empire State Buildings
rose up before the metroplex of Dallas-Fort Worth.
Holding aloft in the sky,
holding all dominion,
it towered over 1 billion miles of highway.
The highways ran left and right
as far as the eye could see,
merging into Space
and Infinity at the edge of the horizon.
Speckled here and there were signs for
AppleBee’s,
Wal-Mart,
McDonald’s,
and Home Depot.
This colossal of car held sway
and took place of the 5 million people
living down below, back on the ground.
The remainder of the cars,
that the seven and a half million people
once used,
got up and walked to the ocean.
Well, she tried moving to New York
and she tried moving out to L.A.
but along the way she found
something else she had to say
and that’s that she’s just a Texas girl
. . . just a Texas girl.
Although she was born a little boy
in her travels and her pain
she found the greatest truth in the world
and that’s that she’s just a Texas girl
just a Texas girl
just a Texas girl
just . . . a . . . Texas . . . girl.
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