Every night I wake up

under the same crooked tree.

A mighty oak -

I swear it’s either slinging

dope or out to get me.

This tree’s no joke.

In blood it’s soaked.

It’s bark is broke.

I hear it croak,

“With me you woke.”

This green has some dirty leaves.

Leaves me sorta wondering,

can trees do some low-down things?

Can a tree hear

me when I scream?

Do trees sleep

and do they dream?

Maybe trees aren’t

only what they seem.

This tree has some dirty leaves.

Dirty leaves are listening.

This trees got some dirt on me.

That leaves him my enemy.

Dirty trees no friend to me.

Tree-folk reaching out to me.

Focused on the leaf, I see,

the dirty leaves won’t let me sleep.

I awake from the crooked tree.

Dirty leaves surrounding me.

Does this mean I had a dirty dream?

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