little nightmare#1

cut down that wretched stump

a tumour on my lawn

that pulsates puss

and who really gives a fuck

about trees aesthetic glow

when beauty dosent fuckinshow to me

nor do i even grow

the miser complains

alot of money

nothing to show

the hunchpacked hairy man

i met where grass even withers

nothing left to show

may god not even forgive em

nor light consumed by sow