Sapping For Humanity Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

The veins of my tree of life
That food I need.
Those boughs I lose.
P'raps ones I don't need.
New ones, I can use.
For you, that mistletoe
Gets you a kiss.
That, I want to miss.
Can't stand parasites, you see.
'Cos I'm a tree.
I share life
In nurturing
Nature
With all my friends,
Apart from the fiends
To whom it seems nature
I have to bow.
THEY come along
They give me sores.
Oh! That's another bit of me,
GONE....