Kill From A Tree Poem by chris bowen

the feeling i need is to be's a star.the camping out has gone too far.the life is the times, and i bust a rhymes.limes are falling good.i wish i would.still good meals are the deal, i hang from tree's and kill.what will, you do? a poltergeist boo, and i sooth a heart with a due tart.dont blame me for tryin', iwas only dyin.dont fix me a drink, i already drink the pink mist of a closed fist around your larynyx