Biro pen marks on the tree,
etched and scratched to such a degree,
that wandering men walking their pedigree,
will shuffle, gruntle and disagree.
in the green meadow young wild and free,
young trees untamed reminding me-
that scarecrows do have feelings! They just want to be,
left alone to guard their family treat.
Do this, do that do everything but me,
for originality belongs in your vivid imaginary,
stick to the figures, make use of your skill,
hasn’t your mother ever told you that creativity kills?
“If you want to watch, you have to pay a fee!”
said the man behind the counter who was oblivious to the bee,
and so it landed on his neck and gave him a lick,
I didn’t even pay! I just took the mick.
*PROCRASTINATION*
Josh
28-05-15
Fatherkim 
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