A cobwebby thing

They were wilting in sunlight
but I didn't care
They were only some plants
That I once had placed there

I just couldnt be bothered with
nurture and stuff
I just could not care less that
They looked quite so rough

But don't you still love us?
They cried out as one
Oh, for christ sake ask God
I said...he is the one

That owns all the rain yet
he leaves you in pain
and I turned on my tail, said,
Don't ask me again

Then I felt bad for them
Hey... why should I care?
and my conscious was evil, 
was putrid and rare

But then I felt guilty, as guilty as
hell and my devil was gleeful
That didn't bode well, so

I searched for my angel
A cobwebby thing
who lives in my cupboard
tied up with some string

and together we filled up a
bucket real nice
Then I warned those green
bastards
Don't dare ask me twice!!

M ~