Your life is gone 

    your youth is over 

    years of cheer 

    reduced to this 

    A crumbling mess 

    on a September morn 

    your blood flows by 

    like a meandering stream 

    bubbling 

    gurgling 

    brook-like 

    baking in the midday sun 

    hard on the outside 

    soft on the inside 

    (That's a nice contract) 

    I saw you there 

    Sioux City bound 

    In a cornfield 

    I saw you there 

    stinking