Poetry Blow a Tree.

Read the writing on the wall, it's written there for us all. it says "hey kids come out and play" but inside is where we stay.Hiding from the sun we are, you're an idiot if you believe it's a star.The days the nights the girls the fights, we drink, we smoke, and we’ve all gone broke.Spending time in the water, spending time in your daughter.All the pain in her eyes, washes away when she cries.In the end we all die, in the end we all die.