Tree

There once was a tree
he felt very happy and free
he was a very happy tree
till he needed to pee

Because he loved MLG
he could only pee
what he wanted to pee
in this case, bees.

He couldn't move
but he could still groove
he couldn't mow
but he could still sow...
his weed.

This tree loved weed
he was a weed kind of tree
and yet he still needed to pee
what should be done to help this tree?

nothing could be done.

Naan bread.

Dandilion.

THIS POEM WAS SPONSORED BY LENNY AND THE ILLUMINATI
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