Bark Man
By: Julia L. Clark
As I shave the beard
of my tree leaves
Off the groom of
My over bark face
And get ready
For a fall midday date.
The cruelty of soil
Women just have
Abandon me and abused
My sexy spirit muse,
And century
After century
Stood by me with
Cheap fake boobs
And erotic dancer shovel shoes,
And tapped on my
Male weakness.
Just ask the grass
Because once they come
Back in full bloom tune
Then they also smell
The floozy of bird poop
And recycle perfume,
Of I am the president
Of life here to take care you
And birth our children oranges
And watch our grandchildren
Apples grow.
Please society don’t tare
Me down for ungrateful
Idols to write on me and
Don’t have the nerve
To graduate
Or finish college
Life survivor rules.
I am the back bone
Of play back re tone
If you just give me
A chance and leave
Me and the rest
Of my nature kinfolks
Alone. But you humans
Don’t understand
That I am the
Survival roots
Of a family
Tree bark man.
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this is tiotally the best gift reason beeing i love my spoken word pieces period! oh my

John


thanks get to writting piffy
I'm on 'E' right now



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