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Old Wood Chopper

Poetry ~ on the dark side

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Old wood chopper had a choice to make, It mostly was the wrong one, He pushed all people in the meanest way He lacked finesse and he felt no love.

Oak trees swayed and willows mourned They tried to make him see, His rough side needed lots of work He chopped them down with glee.

He said nature is complicated and did not care to know, Why he hated rural life and crushed all that would grow.

One day he met a fine carpenter with skilfulness at hand, But while he stared at curvy tables He knew tomorrow’s plan.

Wood chopper never liked other wood men or rivals near his ground, So travelled with an axe on a big old truck That carpenter wasn’t found.

Wood chopper spoke like a well-worn psycho and told his wife the intruder was dead.

So she put on some coffee Said no need to worry, I dumped the old truck then I broke a man’s leg.

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