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ManVsYard
Poems
Nov 2014
Or You Will Die . . . . . . . .
What if we found the "tree of life"?
Would we cut it down?
Make it into a small house
for our dog?
and paint it Fido brown?
Or would we cure the nations?
And folks in our on home town.
Crush it, roll it, kneed it, bake it.
take a bite, pass it around.
Or would we give it to the giants.
who make life drugs that cure.
"Synthesize this herb tree please."
Make a pill that's pure.
Death? Poison? Take one more!
We tested it. We're sure.
Only a few, of you will die
Our words could not be true-er.
Oh, yes, that bush we started with
We, "THANK god", no longer need.
We make health from sweet crude oil.
It cuts down on the greed.
As well as fueling your car
It's know, you freaks love speed.
Think of all the time that you will save.
No more crushing up that evil ****.
Imagine our world with life on a limb
It surely would be chaos!
So we destroyed every plant!
The leftover leaves we tossed.
We own all of the sea floor, pumps.
billions is what they cost.
Give up your plans to help each other.
It's over. Too bad. You lost.
The battle, the war, everything
It should be plain to see,
Worship those who give you life.
That's right, drop to one knee.
Swear allegiance to the king
Whom-ever that may be.
He only makes one demand.
Do not TOUCH that "of life" tree.
Written by
ManVsYard
68/M/Texas Gulf Coast
(68/M/Texas Gulf Coast)
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