The Botox Frankenstein Poetry Series>Nuts Don't Just Fall Off Trees

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Nuts Don't Just Fall Off Trees

I know.
I have always known.
Yes, I know.
I have known all along
Nuts don't just fall off the trees

For the Thin Men squeal loudly
Even without gonads
And I'd be the first in line to give those gonads a kick
But the Thin Men have none
They've never had any

Those with gonads
Speak their mind and stick with it
Those without, hide behind
Whatever they can find and see their shallow reflections
In the cowardice pools of circumspections
I am not afraid of what the Thin Men have to say
This display of discolored direction
Plays downward like a spinning detection
It's only a matter of time...

Yes, I know.
I have always known.
I have known all along
Nuts don't just fall off trees