I got me a lemon tree down my drive
Right at my front door...

In a private corner of my garden
Stands a feeding tray...

Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...

GUNS
What is it about people with guns...

This makes no sense at all, just a copy paste...

Looking out of the window of my mind,
I see what is done...

Life’s a series of crossroads!
Foot of the mountain stuff until my end...

My dreams prick like a needle in the groin.
Phallus! now dangles like the ash on a spent...

Looking were the shadows fall,
Seeing the proof that I exist...