roots

i have seen the roots that dig in deep
under the surface where secrets sleep
i have seen the roots feed their fill
till they lie filled with lies, almost still

these same fucking roots send their poison
above to become a part of the trees
then the black flowers grow, they blossom
like some kind of fucked up cancerous disease

the lies spread their seed further in the air
poisoning and staining the fetid atmosphere
it bubbles and crumbles in pieces that stink
slowly draining all abilities to think

it's all at the roots if you care just see
it is as much you as much it is me
our roots intertwined, we're in this together
so kick back, relax and breathe in this weather

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i wish i could work in more profanity in this poem

2016, what a time to be alive.