Sorry, once again, I cut and pasted from my iPad, he's a more readable version
Can you hear the grass scream
when I cut off their heads with my mower?
Or the wailing of panicked young'n,
when I drop my blade a notch lower?
For those who don't conform
I have a special brew.
One that is so toxic
It would even kill me and you.
I spray it on their bodies,
their death is long and slow.
Only a pale whimpered cry
as I chop them with my hoe.
I am not without a heart
I will fertilize and sow.
I'll water when they're thirsty,
nor, a grub treatment will I forgo
And when they're standing tall
lush, green and at their healthiest,
I do it all over again for,
I am the 'Lawn Care Sadist' !