I'm smoking all the trees
For I need no stress
I want clear streets
I'm done with her deceits

I will continue to grow
Permit the rivers to flow
To my flora; as I bestow
You with a gift and bow

All my effort to sin
Nevertheless, the seed
That I plant may weed
You up so high the heel

Of a bitch swinging her axe
Trying to be sassy but I've read her acts
I will cause her tail to detracts
I will allow her to distracts

She's a much needed attention
I thank...