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Morning Laments
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Stuff that could be worse. Archaic and decadent
This tree is a monstrous eyesore in my scenery
And it IS my scenery
You'll not have me for breakfast
Moving about with violent irreverence
It surely IS irreverence
My wit is not beyond you
In being tree you gain wisdom with age
Doesn't wisdom come with age?
I'll have pancakes for breakfast
You only feed from the sunlight that is hate
What kind of sunlight is hate?
I said you will NOT eat me
Looking to swallow a decided person
Enveloping a person!
Each day YOUR sun rises up
Giving you credence to keep moving forward
You like to call it forward!
I eat my meal and ponder
Like all trees, ugly and beautiful the same
You will die, and die the same
The food is gone, not the thoughts
Thoughts so warm and peircing, of watching you go
You will be best to watch go
Best of all trees when you fall to the cold, unforgiving ground
