Treez pleez! Ain't just money growing.

THE PRICE WE NOW HAVE TO PAY to watch the moon and stars

is measured by the parking meter at the recycling center.
Our cancerous politics have the trees to their knees.
Nest eggs, lightning, roaring winds,
buzzzzzz, hurt, ROARRRRRR!
(wait, wait, pant, pant, wait....Now!)
I would tell you what i really thought of you if i was sure we would end up in bed- sheets of money and licorice pillowcases. But i know we'll be wiping each other's asses soon enough with grand-daddy trees. Saplings grow to urinate against. So i'll wait it out and wake up with everyone to watch the fiercest dawns coming with a yearning unspeakable