Fri
Apr
18
fudgin’ ’tatoes and rye bread
why must these things mess my head?
tap your foot to this and see
i’m no poet in a tree:
you are here
where the tree limbs are flimsy
like your personality, values and morals.
welcome to this day and age you say?
congrats you’ve reached the top.
i don’t want to be there.
I
fell
long
ago.
I’ll be standing on the ground. I’ll try to catch you if you fall. Don’t leave me here
why must these things mess my head?
tap your foot to this and see
i’m no poet in a tree:
you are here
where the tree limbs are flimsy
like your personality, values and morals.
welcome to this day and age you say?
congrats you’ve reached the top.
i don’t want to be there.
I
fell
long
ago.
I’ll be standing on the ground. I’ll try to catch you if you fall. Don’t leave me here
alone.