you called me crazy
I think you're right
my mind seems hazy
like the moonlight
sometimes I start thinking
then suddenly I stop
and start to count leaves
in this tree top
but the leaves, too many to see
start to fall from the november tree
to the floor, as someone opens the door
to my treehouse
The tree house is inside my head
and the tree is now dead
could it be
the monkey in the tree
is really me
you called me crazy when you met me in my tree house in my tree
but if you're not crazy how did you unlock the door
where did you find the key
sit, count the leaves with me
now you know Accountancy
count the leaves for eternity
learn the rules of accountancy
and become like me, crazy
the madman and the monkey
in the tree
counting leaves
endlessly
crazy
.
..
...
....
counting the debts of consumers gone insane
counting the days of life which dont remain
counting the leaves of humanity
falling dead melancholy
with mathematical perfection
rig the election
and count the leaves falling
from a green branch on a dead stemb
will their fingers ever get lazy?
crazy...
The madman has a new job
he shares the monkey's love
both helplessly
counting leaves endlessly
crazy
counting leaves for eternity
counting debts, consumers gone insane
counting debts, till no numbers remain
counting for counting and numbers sake
counting and counting without mistake
with pens and books and calculators
nuclear weapons and puppet dictators
with greenhouse gasses and smelly fumes
Gucci Prada Armani Channel Perfumes
killing the tree
and plucking the leaves
some numbers are missing
Who are the thieves?
I cant find 8,9 or 10
I'll look around
I'll search again
.....................
I can't even count to ten... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem