TREE POEM

only the ground asks me 
where i am going

i look down at the things closest to me
as if i am the queen of it

i take shits here
standing

if deth wasn't so permanent 
i probably would try it a few times

and i scream
I AM SO SAD PLZ CHOP ME DOWN
I AM SO SAD PLZ CHOP ME DOWN
I AM SO SAD PLZ CHOP ME DOWN

but the wind blows
and nothing else happens