Arizona, I think of you
And I think of naught.
What are you?
Sand amongst snot
Sand we forgot
Sand nobody brought.
Arizona's sky is cold at night,
When the sun has lost the fight.
Arizona is always dry
It has no love to cry.
Arizona has forgotten love,
its only dead weight.
What does fit the glove
Is the hand of hate.
The black hand shakes the sand
And rattles the cage.
The dirt falls deep down-- its bland!
And it has a war to wage.
You're so large, but small
Where is your soul?
You never did stand tall
Your fate was not to troll.
I see you, but what are you?
I just see sand hills and dunes.
I feel you, so I feel blue,
Trying to remember a nice tune.
Arizona smoke,
Is how Arizona spoke.
In the hot dark sand
Arizona planned
To never take a stand.
You only love your land.
Arizona, your desert stormed
And you embraced yourself.
Enveloped and self-warmed
I place you on my shelf.
Arizona, you sit and rust
And rest assured
That shelf is dust
Lungs cannot endure.
Arizona, your emptiness I see--
Its hard to miss.
Here, could fit a sea
On sand nobody would miss.
Arizona, nothing but sand.
Arizona, who hears your command to expand?
The wind listens and blows through the land
Covering with brown and yellow all you demand.
In the end there is nothing left,
All you covered is dead.
Meanwhile nobody hears the theft
Of the sand going through your head
Stealing those thoughts that had spread.
