Like a tree,
That lines my street.
Big orange band,
of last rights.
Diseased,
Withered,
Infested.
Blocking someones,
Post card,
Bay window,
View.
100 years of,
Waiting.
Only to be cast ,
aside for expansion.
Waiting to be made,
into toilet paper,
my final,
Humiliation,
for living in a world,
I no longer,
belong.
1 comment:
Yeah, that would have to suck to live for so long just to become someone's asswiper.
I truly hope that a tree doesn't know this.
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