VACANT LOT

Nobody misses a good vacant lot like I do.
I remember staring at the insurance building for hours.
I sat down right across the street and just sighed.
I sighed so much that I thought I was going to cry.
I wondered what happened to the weeds.
And that little bush that was so pretty.
There used to be a beautiful yellow bird.
Before you know it, I was coughing blood.
That yellow bird once said: blood tastes just
like old fashioned cherry cough drops.