Cottage/core

Cottage/core

They raised pretty girls on pretty farms

Sewed ruby rhinestones into their dresses

Braided lavender into their long blonde hair

Sang lullabies into those diamond pierced ears

And told them “You are beautiful, you are enough”

While they shared dinner over their successes

They raised perfect children on perfect farms

And fell in love with those raised exactly like them

Stable and in love yet obsessed with their heads

Walk straight in a line and pick the cherries

Add cream and sugar and bake for the neighbors

Oh sweet one, won't you lay out the picnic spread

Beautiful perfect sweet one must live on the farm

Carry out the traditions of the farm, oversee the happiness

Of mommy and daddy's communal living farm

An oasis of prosperity and picture perfect peace

Tell darling she can only wear skirts below her knees

Gift our God given son a bottle so he can drink to ease

Birth perfect little children, obedient little citizens

Get to work so they can pop out underneath that skirt

We are like our ancestors, better than modern man

Start cursing the wicked and praising the table spread

We are all our heavenly father's children at the end of the day

Run away from the skyscrapers, don't run back to the display

Money thirsty? The bottle is your friend

Nature hungry? The flowers are your bed

Intertwine your holy bodies, hold her down by the arms

So you can raise pretty little girls on this pretty little farm

~ J.A. Buckly