The weather broke.
I’m not sure when it happened,
I mean the precise point somebody
Threw the monkey wrench in
But I’m pretty sure Halliburton or Monsanto
Had something to do with it,
Or maybe it was me
When I poured all that gasoline on those bad trees
Springing up along the fence line,
Impossible to kill, growing like weeds,
Up twenty feet in a couple/three years,
The ones I finally cut down
Making a brush pile big enough to choke several elephants
Before I burned them in a barrel in my front yard,
With garden hose and five gallon bucket at the ready.
The cops showed up because somebody complained
I was smoking up the atmosphere.
They made me stop and gave me a ticket
For having an open flame in city limits
When I was almost done,
But I didn’t have to pay
Because they filled it out wrong,
Maybe on purpose, I think.
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