You can lie to Sherry
and everyone else,
but remember you
have to live with yourself.
You think I was born yesterday?
That I can't figure you out
with the B.S. you say.
B.S. you say to the cops,
what a drama boy who has no chops.
Now fences break from a lot of weight,
for knocking over my plants you sealed your fate
Saying your sorry to the Plant Kingdom is at hand
for what you do to it, you do to the land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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