Leaves wrapped tightly

at the base of the pyre

for the funerals of liars

At the land of bliss

the toy aisle was loaded

with things I could never have

A pasture on the other side of the tracks

strewn with life-giving logs

belie the slaughter to come

So many schools

taught math with squares

and the people were useless

The cheese had no origin

but its Cheesy-ness

was undeniable

Along a broken stretch of the highway

lived one pig and some goats

they could never agree on the origins of the universe