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GROWING TREE
i am naughty,i am villain
in the screen infront of world
i am cycling the world on melancholy
i keep the world around my enemities
i watch with care-free upon my carcanworm
they put me on the spare face
to shrug my devilous shoulder
to dub my intellecual
oh no! i shun the cause of the devoid
i am really need by the side of my mumsy
i could tell the death my offence
why i am so bad
that i can not take my eyes
out the ocean-fort
to derage my pallapha
i was monitored,i am watched my fault
i think not to enhance the chastity
my popsy land hoe no to remove the useless grass
growing around my plantation
i can't tell you
i am the caused
i am the used
i am that violence hat that cane my sibling
may be i should adjust
oh yes! i must mint
i am growing tree of thick shady
stretching millions branches,billions leaves
siblings are screaming in my mind
looking and reflecting my image
expecting future from my feet
Thank you. I like your poems, too. Here is one of mine I think you might like:
~Outsource Ours~
Please send this mundane job to India.
I don't want to do it anymore.
There's a tree limb that extends
out over a nearby lake
large enough for me to sit
and daydream from. Please
send my lover's work to China
so she can join me on the branch.
With her voice, my words, we'll try to sing
the philosophy of the birds. Please
send all the gold offshore. There's nothing
I want to buy. Automobiles and malls
frighten me and the deer,
and I think it would be grand
if the gross national product
of the United States of America
were to be happy people and beasts.
"There is no good writing, only good editing."