The cycle sucks;
another droan
wake-up moan
The smog lit night
sheds no new light
on the monotany
of holiday
the monogamy 
of yesterday
mohogany wood
once a tree, once a piece
that stood
for nature for me mankind
we have all just lost our minds. 
For the trees fall
So I can scrawl or bawl or crawl
Fuck that I use a notepad.