Im a tree.
Let me be.
Waving hi with my leaves
They just want my fruit.
Don't know me from seed.
Once I'm rooted ground floor, in anything,
Ain't no stopping the gain dead lifting 33's
Casual with my natural geometry.
Here comes the sacred un,
Packed For breakfast and lunch,
Reflecting under moon drinking angled aged sunlight & brie
An annual edible audible illegible buzz of bee
Surfing hues of ever changing greens
Dock around donut number 90,
Kents Cape had cosmically better blues,
I feel like Pablo Gustavo Gallactus, Clarke Clairvoyant Huxtable,
Thee Troy of Hellena wavy on a K. West beach
An Adamantly Active Ambidextrous Aphrodite,
No Mountain Heidi.
Lois Lane drove safe and had a classic gleam
But me I was working My first thanksgiving 1993
Seat at the seasoned table early,
Getting educated on Grandma's knee
