The Wood Chipper
I’m gonna put you
In a wood chipper, baby
Feet first maybe
And the crimson colors
Will match the autumn leaves
I’ll pack your bags
And drive your car to an airport
They’ll think you’re on vacation
Use your credit cards
At a random gas station
I’ll never get caught
Because I’m too smart
You are tempered with the earth
Your flesh and blood gives birth
To beautiful plants and flowers
This poem is about:
Our world