That Ol’ Tree In The Park That I See Everyday,
One Day In Particular It Seemed As If In The Way,
Already In A Mood I Walked Up And Kicked It,
For No Reason At All On The Tree My Wrath Would Fit,
I Gave It The Look Of Anger And Even One Of Disgust,
But All It Did In Return Was Stand And In My Face It Blew Dust,
The World Was Not To Blame For Now I Had The Tree,
I Even Pointed A Finger At It But Three Pointed Back At Me,
With No Answer Nor Rebuttal I Could Blame The Tree For All,
And For The First Time In Years My Short Soul Felt A Little Tall,
I Talked And Talked Until My Words Finally Ran Dry,
I Waited For A Response But Not Getting One Made Me Say Why,
The Rage Grew Again For Now Silence Became Sound,
Now Madness And Frustration Turned Into A Kick House Of Round,
I’m Going To Cut You Down Tree So You Had Better Start To Care,
I’m Now Inside The Asylum But That Smiling Tree Is Still There.