Poems About Trees

poems about trees and snakes and lakes and birds

poems about nature and life in New England

I write crappy poems and eat babies

if you like poems about trees you’re in for a treat

when I get nervous I get hyper and bump into people

I read to them what MapQuest gave me

round during then in the mom seeker panties

to help me narrow down the slut thing word jobs

if you for critique you eventually works at what a

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the woods are full of police

that can see souls at night

but I, warlike, considering gray cream for attire

enjoying impossible “nudes on ice,” more death

as though your hands were hollow and sequently

the big soprano going back to her church

because her crazy French mom does and no one knows why

brainwashed creationists go ever yodeling to attract

the jolly echo of a forest of orange sauce

“you anus look like a chicken pie”

I hate you, dig me up

people write poems about trees and the words

are shaped like a tree

kids are stupid