Iowa won't feed you
It won't help you
They won't allow you to live
If they can't eat it
And poop it out of their ass, they don't want it
Iowa is American Gothic
It is numb and plain
Iowa is Heaven and Hell at the same time
If you've got the money
Anywhere can be heaven.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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