The Human Tree

The Human Tree

Life’s tree
harbourin you

From your
puberty

To your
young time

With straps
on your
shoulder

Thought of
guns

And the
young girls

Flockin around
you

You beat
the bush

For a
kiss

And for
the occasional
jab

On a
young man
like you

Now old
you cant
see

With a
stick
in your
hand

You chase
the dogs
and cats
away

In your
backyard

The crap
you laid
back in
Nature

Comes to
greet you
once again

Caution: This might be all theory

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