Fuck you, tree.
I’m going to cut you down.
Look. You can’t run. It’s just you and me
and this big skanky
forest, with no town
for miles. So fuck you, tree
and the seeds
you ejaculate. Now
look at you. And me,
writing on paper. Probably
your dead spouse.
You fucking tree.
You think you’re so green
and bountiful. We’ll just see how
bountiful you are, with me
giving it to you, tree,
where it counts.
Yeah, tree. You’re fucked.
It’s just you and me.