Space Age Love Song

Fresh-cut grass and misty rain
Bits of clipped hedge flying over on a gust of leafblower
Approving (read: leering) fellows in service industry trucks
Signposts are dirty; don't touch them
I claim more power than I have
I pretend that each step I take is pulling the earth past me
When I'm going faster, I think condescending thoughts
And the ground is vanquished

I would always prefer the sweaty over the sweet. As long as we're talking dirty.