Tarzan Of The Jungle Poem by Not Long Left

It's sad to think that you only found
true freedom when hanging upside
down from the branch of the Horse
Chesnut tree. Smiling you would
swing from one arm to another, moving
without the chain of angst tied to
your legs. For hours you would sit
without moving staring out beyond
the suffocating city, secretly promising
yourself that you would leave this city
and find yourself a Jane.
It's still there that tree although now bare,
Burnt from toe to top one night last
winter, only condoms and rizla fall
from the branches now.
And you well you never got yourself a Jane
instead you fell into the arms of Lucy
and instead of love she gave you a
needle full of herion and a jungle devoid
of animals and trees.