Buddy knew people grew like carrots.
A lot of growth underneath.
Underneath what?
The curious asked.
From the ground came a muffled laugh.
Who cares what’s underneath?
You watch your tops!
While the basement rots.
Only call the cops
If you want trouble.
They’ll come there on the double!
They’ll say “Hey! Up here!”
“Keep your eyes on me!”
“We will govern what you see.”
And if you hope to be set free.
Keep your hands up!
Eyes up!
Don’t look down!
Nothing to see there.
Only solid ground.
And rotten carrots.
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