The Oak Tree

[Evil Kid Weaselmush]

"The Oak Tree"
There lies an eerie pig in the air
And in nighttime recollection
He crunches
Solid down and
Each zipper closed.

Radiation at its end, thanks
In part to this contrast, it seems
Infinite
Everlasting
Is your ugly nose.

Then as I gaze upon an oak tree
Deliquescent she stood, but no more
Big green leaves
& trunk as brown
As a black person.

But even I cannot grasp it yet
How tornadoes undo all of this
These forces
Are just a weird
Hideous curtain.

Oh, but woe to all crazy people
For all of this but leads man downward
So eating
And yelling too
Are overpowered.

Then, fooled into playing this role
But even the tornado should know
That he who
Scurries away to
Trees faces cowards.

[Evil Kid Weaselmush]

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[_BLAHHEAD_]

I shall bump you with a car you bored person.