In the backyard, I got an oak tree

Just a few feet from where my home be

It’s getting kind of tall, looking like it might just fall

Get a chance, pick an axe, and I roll sleeves

Looking for the sharpest in the shed

A marksman with the lead, but tonight

I’m chopping off the bark until it shreds, I argue in my head

About how I should progress from the start to when it ends

Swinging shitty shots like I’m Anne Lamott

Act a lot like I’m King Arthur protecting Camelot

Because I worked hard to raise it, and harder to maintain it

So no tree is falling on my house if I’m able to change it

The blade hits the trunk jumbled up bits of junk

Looking like cat scratches on a couch, litter much?

I’ll fix it up tomorrow, need to get some rest

And I guess the biggest bucket doesn’t paint the picture best

I’m stressed

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Awoken as the branches and the limbs go

Provoking as they’re tapping on my window

I’m hoping for the chance this will be simple

Go outside; take a glance at what I did so…

Awoken as the branches and the limbs go

Provoking as they’re tapping on my window

I’m hoping for the chance this will be simple

Go outside; take a glance at what I did so far

And what I see around the wood are incisions

No precision, up and beat around the bush

And look, I tell myself I need to focus

Procrastination ain’t a thing to cope with my magnum opus is

Exhibiting a nice hook, grabbing neighbors’ attention

Single axe slashing execution is the sentence

I’m chopping treeses to pieces while mobbing deeper than deep is

Was lost in research and leaves until I sharpened up the thesis

With these three points, now I’m getting to the body of it

Acorns dropping as the thoughts become a common function

Stop at nothing with the rhythm that my mind conducts

Because if it’s interrupted, I go back to being not productive

Still throwing blows at the trunk

That much closer toward it becoming a stump

Once more and I think it falls

Swing the axe back and at last, the timber is called

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