It Ain't Nothin'

It ain't nothin' on the other side of the fence
Just the same ol' walked over,
Beat down,
Littered in grass.
It has brown patches on both sides,
Half watered and weeds sprouting about.
Someone needs to tend to this here grass.
I pluck a few misfit plants when I cruse by.
Still, it ain't enough to make the grass green.
Maybe a strong rain will fall,
Then nourish the grass back to health.
Perhaps a good storm
To blow all the trash away.
Until then,
I'll tell you what's on the other side of the fence
In case you're wondering.
It ain't nothin'.
Just the same ol' walked over,
Beat down,
Littered in grass.