My turnip, my turnip, my turnip trees

Yo, yo trees
Yo, yo fat trees
Yo, yo baby trees
Yo, yo mama trees
Yo yo ma trees

Yo, yo beautiful pyramids of trees
Yo, yo maternitrees
Yo, yo geometrees
Yo, yo yo-yo trees
Yo, yo my turnip trees
My turnip trees

Yo, yo maternitrees
Yo, yo geometrees
Yo maternitrees
Yo my turnip trees

My turnip, my turnip, my turnip trees

Beautiful Geometry of Trees

[this is not a Valentine]

I have such clean eyes
I cannot smell the leg between my thighs

I want music to come in me and change my color
No one eases my fear of the death of my mother

I slide along this earth as if I may live again
I may never die, if my life never does begin

Gregory, of the truth of Texas
I have no money for a Lexus

I meet a woman, who has four dogs
I have no desire - I have no restraint

I see men build houses not schools
People who do not question are fools

I am at the absolute bottom of shit
I follow a guttural whisper of wit

Please be mine - this is not a Valentine
Hands that grope bodies need to find a mind

Only grueling trials reveal perfection
Peace and clarity reward pure reflection