I’m tired of walking on human
rubbish and cold concrete,
I’d rather walk on wet grass, clean
leaving on my feet hues of green

But don’t mistaken me for a tree
hugger
Look at my dark eyes they never
shudder

If it was between the tree
and building my children a house,
then fuck that owl and little mouse
there’s plenty more trees in the forest

That’s right I didn’t stutter, though I sometimes mutter,
That’s just the way of life
The strong thrive
The weak survive.


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