Today the sun sets in an unpleasant hue
The blades of the turbine cut right on through
They leave puffy scars in your winter sky
And a gnat finds its death in your watery eye
Some couple makes out under your favorite pine
And an ugly bird shits on your favorite sign:
"Welcome to Maine, the Vacation State,
Where the landscapes are good,
And the lobster is great!"
So you purse your lips for the frozen kiss
And form a fist as the pain persists.
Then a bit of cold air seeps in through your hem
And that couples wants you to take a picture of them.
And you pray those rustic colors will soon fade away
With all the bad memories you'll leave there in Maine...
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