It’s a poem about an old man in a tree telling a younger man what to do for freedom. My inspiration was something Denis Diderot wrote, "Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest." I’m not as good writer as he, let’s face it my work could be written better, but if a good writer had my imagination they’d be the best. I try to get my stuff out there so at least it is seen.
I seen an old man in a tree
He said he knows how to truly be free
This coming from an old man in a tree
“Tell me old man what you can foresee”
I said to old man in the tree
“First you kill every last priest”
Did he just say kill a priest
“That’s right all priests “
As he repeated it back he said “priests”
Crazy old man in the tree
Well alright I did it and it happen to be
The very best job just for me
And though I finished every damn priest
And I still don’t believe that I’m free
I run on the land and sail in the sea
To find that crazy old man in the tree
“Second you kill every leader and king”
Said that aging old man at the stump now sitting
He’s too old to climb up this spring
Before I left I made him a swing
Then I went off to kill every leader and king
Lost a finger fighting guards in Beijing
I keep in a bag made from a bat’s right wing
And it hangs in my bedroom on the wooden ceiling
I ran through a castle from the right to the left wing
And killed everybody between
And I did this very cruel thing
Until there were no more leaders nor kings
Still freedom’s bell does not yet ring
So I went back to the old man on the tree swing
“Now you must rid the world of its money
And become a resource based economy.”
He said after “Listen sonny”
Now his fabric was very gunny
And it itched it was very funny
It looked like this man had never seen money
I did as he said and felt like a dummy
Even opened every single mummy
Showed everyone to make and share food for the tummy
Grow as much as you can with no worry of money
We’ll feed the whole world with this new economy
With the advances of green technology
That will not be held back from religion or money
I must go tell the man that swings in a tree
What’s this there’s no swing nor spruce just me
I stood there as old as once was he
When we first met under the leaves
I know this old man can no longer be
I just wanted him to know that I’m free
I will plant a tree
Just in memory
Of the crazy old man in the tree
That showed me just how to be free
He was a crazy old man just like me
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