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The Littlest Tree

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Thursday, 13th March 2003 @ 07:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



He could not facilitate
That which incapacitates
Him even to this present date,
As his life just dissipates.

He could not appreciate
What other people mass-create
To drive away the stalemate
That lingers through each house of late.

He could not freely debate
What everybody contemplates
While other people masturbate
With throwing knives and lifting weights.

He never let himself negate
The will of upper magistrates
In favor of his lifting weights
And throwing people masturbates.

He could not coordinate
The plans of upper magistrates;
His independence generates
The fuel for his rebellious hates.

He refused to elongate
His never-ending time of wait
Into the curse that bore his mate
With binding upper magistrates.

And so he waits and waits and weights
Until his bondage terminates
And when it does, he celebrates
With happy lower magistrates.

And so he sees what deviates
From upper-lower magistrates,
And his free will subordinates
To upper-lower magistrates,

But had he tried to liberate
Himself from upper magistrates,
His captors would then dilate
Their fondness of annihilate,

And as he burned, theyd masturbate
With candlesticks and stalemate,
And ever-turning time too late
to under-overcomplicate.

And so he chose his path quite well,
Although he ended up in hell.
His un-dependence grew to earn
Him all the evils that he yearned.




Copyright © Butterat_Zool ... [ 2003-03-13 19:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Littlest Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by AngryPrincess on Thursday, 13th March 2003 @ 09:10:12 PM AEST
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very well done


Re: The Littlest Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Thursday, 20th March 2003 @ 07:24:54 PM AEST
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Very interesting and unique

Bobo (Joel)




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