Kids, Kids.......Childern of the Trailer Park, below the poverty Line, I know its hard, its called Work, but be nice. FUCK YOU BITCHES

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Lumber jack, Lumber jack....in a red checked jacket.
Cut down a tree, or maybe even two or three,
more
So than you might be able to see, to the other side of the forest.
Or maybe you will use all that wood for once.
Stroked smooth, by only your own two hands.
That are now rubbed down to the bone
Now fucking raw,
Or maybe instead of sitting on that couch
stroking all that wood, alone.
You should rebuild something,like that bridge you burnt  down.
While you thought you where being so witty.
Looking down, stroking, all that wood you now have, from clear cutting of the forest
But even with the all the those trees down,
You still cant see anything.
Not even that people can now see you,
Clearly, from across that now empty field, were once there was that foest
There's no where to hide, from everyone, seeing just how sweaty and dirty you are, from cutting down everything around.
Hiding amongst the trees, hidden there from the inside out
Clearly Cutting everything down
Everyone can see you. now

I actually had a crush on you once and still now once and awhile. Why? I have no clue,