Living in a Broken Oak Tree
The oak tree was so strong and beautiful. Its my first thought when I think of where I'm from.
A broken, duct taped house behind it, then behind that a for rest.
Muew paraded around the yard, then made a home in the two story high play house.
In that playhouse, imagination was born of "Hi, welcome to McDonalds. I'll only take your order if I could have some of your food." And little Miss Bossy Boots knowing she could fly off the roof. Even the carports roof.
This would lead to acid trip stories of flying and ninja wars.
"You don't need to trip to fall down the staires." I didn't need to practice emergency alien invasion exits or throw Furrbys out the window when I was trying to sleep. But I did it anyways.
Pushing and shoving to become the star, flinging Barbies at heads,or being trapped in a room for three days until we spelled flossinaucinihilipilifacation.
It was okay though because I had my Nsync and Spice Girls, ignoring the classic country, classic rock, and classic Britney Speares coming from the living room.
I became Nick Jonas in the singing contests, which I would win one out of three times.
I would come back so proud, staring at the giant oak tree that had lost many branches from storms.
Finding new peace in secret river spots after a day of "Hooters."
Coming home to Cryin Ryan and floating knives. I knew again the cat would attack. Skitch was crazy like that.
But I was told to "suck it up" and "hit them back." Then I listened to more of mamasitas hippie days.
The watch tower of the north frowned upon this so " Blesses Be," and follow the gothic ways.
Solja Boi was the fool and Rob Zombie was the God. Blood and wax were cool, we were crazy and completely off.
Then the leaves on the oak tree began to fall, only this time they didn't grow back.
From MannyManHard... Gross! To MMA fights in the kitchen. Wine spilling everywhere and ten bucks to snort the peanut.
Bologna Slice loved Cheese-Its with Jesus and his creator loved BBQ meatball MacnCheese Bacon subs.
From getting Haze who then gave us Piff the fighter, Reeses the reckless, Sammy the sweat heart, and Puka... the other one.
Screaming, "I told you I was a fucking ninja!" Then more and more stories of acid trips.
Parties, parties, parties and sometimes Dr. Suess cakes.
It ran down the people, house, and home where I'm from.
But the oak tree still stands, as dead as it seems, it will always be alive and a home to me.
A broken, duct taped house behind it, then behind that a for rest.
Muew paraded around the yard, then made a home in the two story high play house.
In that playhouse, imagination was born of "Hi, welcome to McDonalds. I'll only take your order if I could have some of your food." And little Miss Bossy Boots knowing she could fly off the roof. Even the carports roof.
This would lead to acid trip stories of flying and ninja wars.
"You don't need to trip to fall down the staires." I didn't need to practice emergency alien invasion exits or throw Furrbys out the window when I was trying to sleep. But I did it anyways.
Pushing and shoving to become the star, flinging Barbies at heads,or being trapped in a room for three days until we spelled flossinaucinihilipilifacation.
It was okay though because I had my Nsync and Spice Girls, ignoring the classic country, classic rock, and classic Britney Speares coming from the living room.
I became Nick Jonas in the singing contests, which I would win one out of three times.
I would come back so proud, staring at the giant oak tree that had lost many branches from storms.
Finding new peace in secret river spots after a day of "Hooters."
Coming home to Cryin Ryan and floating knives. I knew again the cat would attack. Skitch was crazy like that.
But I was told to "suck it up" and "hit them back." Then I listened to more of mamasitas hippie days.
The watch tower of the north frowned upon this so " Blesses Be," and follow the gothic ways.
Solja Boi was the fool and Rob Zombie was the God. Blood and wax were cool, we were crazy and completely off.
Then the leaves on the oak tree began to fall, only this time they didn't grow back.
From MannyManHard... Gross! To MMA fights in the kitchen. Wine spilling everywhere and ten bucks to snort the peanut.
Bologna Slice loved Cheese-Its with Jesus and his creator loved BBQ meatball MacnCheese Bacon subs.
From getting Haze who then gave us Piff the fighter, Reeses the reckless, Sammy the sweat heart, and Puka... the other one.
Screaming, "I told you I was a fucking ninja!" Then more and more stories of acid trips.
Parties, parties, parties and sometimes Dr. Suess cakes.
It ran down the people, house, and home where I'm from.
But the oak tree still stands, as dead as it seems, it will always be alive and a home to me.