A drive-way of trees..
They're all so fucking different,
So God damn unique.

I bet you'd like them..
I bet you could stare for hours and hours,
Of how pretty they are..
Of how perfect they seem.

They don't need cut-down branches..
They don't need more leaves.
They have everything beauty could have,
Everything that beauty is supposed to be.

And they keep on developing!
Growing to the sky,
To shadow the sun from my eyes,
So I can see what sprouts next.

Maybe a flower?
A pink one, such a wonderful delicacy?
But no, you're too fixed on those branches,
Yeah, you're still too fucking busy.

But darling,
You've seem to have missed..
Those trees come from fertilizer,
They're really just shit.

Shit covered with shade
And such a beautiful shape.

But it's all about appearance..
So stay in the shade.
 
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