Nettles

Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench 
a bare arithmetic 
look for the boy who was hanging his head low 
more trophies and ideas 
to follow their pretend. 

with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face 
he followed with obedience and fell in the nettles. 

I flew in some spiked meniscus and he bought his own rope 
and skipped against the rode 
did start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hope 
devices man are closed 
he lost all his foot holes. 

and with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face 
he followed with obedience and fell in the nettles,fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles 

he was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the pub 
failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse 
and clinging to the door frame he was trapped 
after a reminder of where he had been 

with a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face 
there was nowhere to flee 
just had to tent in the nettles