Fallen trees
Make no noise
In the forest
With no people in it.
Fallen trees
Make no noise
In the bottom of the ocean
With no sea creatures in it.
My business is mines
But I can't keep it to myself
A trash can isn't a dumpster
Unless my trash is in it
It smells really bad
But nobody complains
Until I put a stop to it
And shift the blame
I can put law enforcement
To enforce the laws
To enforce the restraints
That was ordered to the garbage can
But that can't stop
The ugly thoughts
That go out of breath when you're
singing
To fall as years on pillows
And bed sheets
And stuffed animals
In agony like having a broken leg on a
basketball court.
I should have kept my business to
myself.
Because now nobody listens to me cry
anymore.
