The
Jerk
Across
The
Street
Has,
With
Evil
Work,
Cut
Down
All
His
Trees,
To
Make
His
Property
More
Neat,
I guess,
But
Now
It’s
A
Hot
Mess.
No
More
The
Leaves
Will
Tremble
In
The
Breeze
To
Please
My
View.
What
An
Awful
Thing
To
Do,
To
Kill
The
Graceful
Shade
They
Made.
The
Savage
Will
Learn
What
He
Has
Done
As
The
Days
Pass,
And
He
Bakes
His
Ass
In
The
Pitiless
Sun.