I think that I shall never see
A pervert sicker than a tree.
A tree that squats on Nature's breast
And spews its seed upon her chest.
A tree that, feeling urges yearly,
Shows its gaudy gonads clearly.
A tree that sprays the air with pollen
Ere its rotting fruits have fallen.
Caring not for you or me,
It sheds its waste for all to see.
Just lock me up in Cell Block C
When I am filthy as a tree!
me and some pals
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