I'll tell ya right now,
Life's been hard!
It sure as hell isn't some big ol' oak tree
With a strong trunk,
And all them roots to support it.
My tree's dead and fallen.
Ain't got no support
Ain't got all them leaves for friends.
Know why?
Cause it's dead!
Dead and decaying!
Only maggots and gross little spiders and things
Come near my fallen oak tree.
So you, who ever you are,
That bothered to listen to me,
Your tree's still growin tall.
You've still got a chance to thrive.
So don't be like m,
Don't be society's maggot.
Go and take care of your oak tree.
 Alatria · Mon Jun 18, 2007 @ 08:45pm · 1 Comments |
