Little Boy, Little Boy
Walk through The Valley of Decay

Tread heavily on dead bleach-white grass
over precipitous heaps of landfill
where raccoons come to glutton without haste
Kick away the sanguine cadavers
casualties of great squirrel wars
and peek through a parched fecal encrusted earth along the way

Little Girl, Little Girl
on the mountain of tire rubber
look up at pale-blue skies
not a cloud in sight

Little Girl, Little Girl
Do you see? A lone cloud has come to join us
at the place where clouds come to die
what a waste

Little Boy, Little Boy
pull out your black umbrella
for it is about to rain

Lone Cloud, Lone Cloud
unload your burdens and relax
for you have come to seek shelter
and we are generous hosts

Little Boy, Little Boy
unfold your black umbrella
and skip in the buzzing rainfall
of gay cloud-satiated flies

Little Girl, Little Girl
scream your lungs out and cry
for if you keep fighting, you might find
that not all hope is gone

Little Boy, Little Boy
a bright shade of valentine pink
growing from the earth has caught your eye
pluck it out
for now is the time to defy

Little Boy, Little Boy
climb the mountain of tire rubber
keep climbing until you feel like you're going to die

Little Girl, Little Girl
fear not
today is a brand new day

Little Boy, Little Boy
you are almost there
keep climbing
you might find that not all hope is gone

Little Boy, Little Boy
meet Little Girl, Little Girl
for she is the other half you have been seeking

Give her the oleander
for now is the time
to breath hope and life
back to The Valley of Decay

For now
this is the place where clouds come to defy