The Monk Said

The monk said unto me Look at that growing tree, Strong is its root Soon it will give forth beautiful fruit. It's soil is very good The way that it should, Its branches are very strong And it will not go wrong. A tree is like a man Reaching to heaven should be its plan, Reaching to touch the sky It's fruit should be pleasing to God's eye. A good man, a bad woman will always destroy She'll use him just like a toy, And the good fruit on every limb She'll pick and then destroy all of them. A bad woman is only truly happy When she is causing a good man in feeling crappy, When he is fully distressed She is then soulfully impressed. Then again the monk spoke He said wake up, the feelings must be woke, The only time a bad woman will relate That is when a bad man is her mate. Randy L. McClave