The Monk Said Poem by Randy McClave

The monk said unto me
Look at that growing tree,
Strong is its root
Soon it will give forth beautiful fruit.
It's soil is very good
The way that it should,
Its branches are very strong
And it will not go wrong.
A tree is like a man
Reaching to heaven should be its plan,
Reaching to touch the sky
It's fruit should be pleasing to God's eye.
A good man, a bad woman will always destroy
She'll use him just like a toy,
And the good fruit on every limb
She'll pick and then destroy all of them.
A bad woman is only truly happy
When she is causing a good man in feeling crappy,
When he is fully distressed
She is then soulfully impressed.
Then again the monk spoke
He said wake up, the feelings must be woke,
The only time a bad woman will relate
That is when a bad man is her mate.

Randy L. McClave