Borders touch on faulty lines
The smell of rural meets oil of the metro
Prairie flows till the road splits
No love between, only hate filled hearts
Crave for the bacon of Floyd
They turn craze to hear the splattering of grease
Fry the skillet, bake the loaf
Let men dine with savages
Hunger, hunger for the crispy flesh
Rivals cannot obey the civilized rules
Merely do they wonder about the gain
Prestige at the table strengthens
Mighty hawk fly above a war hero memorial
Gawking, squawking for the mantle
We hung 55, they sink to 5