Cows

Because one day I traveled to St. George. I passed those uttered fools chomping on dead grass. I said hi. I saw that sunlight and that open land. I thought I saw Travis riding on Miley's horse, Blue Jeans, in the distance, it was actually tumbleweed. I might of watched the Hannah Montana Movie too many times. I danced to Chris Brown and slept to Country music. Why I only dream of traveling through these empty fields every day? It was some sort of peace. It's different around those parts. Here, I could spit from my house and hit the neighbors back door...uh..metaphorically speaking. Anyways. 

I found Mr. KFC and his wife on the mountain. Their heads all snuggled up like fried chicken and mashed potatoes.