The Anti-Vermin Seed

If I could get the nerve, and move, I’d put them all to sleep.
That would not be wrong for either you, or what it is we see.
Somewhere there’s a King who keeps His days for forgivin' everyone.
If I could hold one thing — an anti-vermin seed — that I won’t ever need.
Only for real, will we all pretend it over now?
Over my hand I remember, doll, and what it do to them.
And when you search your soul, you had better damn well tell green from gold.
And when I look for home, if it’s in my head, I’d say it’s a bargain.