Oh mower of the lawn outside my building.
Your finest hour is 3 in the morning.
You proudly rev the engine of the noisiest
Grass chopping equipment on the face of the earth,
And you get to work.
Rain or Shine,
Through sleet or snow.
You rev on.
You set off car alarms,
Leaving no car quiet.
Letting no man sleep.
While you never let the grass defeat your
Powerful machine....
Its 3 in the morning,
Yet on you work.
And all I ask of you...
Is for that one night,
Where you put that damn thing away.
And shut the fuck up.
So that I can sleep.
Here's to you, oh mighty mower of the darkness.
I hate you.![]()



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