Cigarette Bud

Curl me up a tree Wrap me into a bundle Light me up like a candle The warmth of my joy Kills the carvings you fear Yes, it bothers me How you take pleasure in my pain We are paperless in this age The pen is made useless on a page This knowledge falls on deafness Enlightenment ends in blindness Scientists, powerless Fear big business Imagine the textbooks in the toilets Education flushed down the drain The empty classrooms The air thick with ignorance The stench of a mental disease Written on the chalkboard, “REcyKiLL” FAX me to your heart’s content The pulp, I hope he gets a paper cut I wept until my roots were uprooted My leafless branches dried up and twisted My timber became rooftops At least cultivate me an artificial forest A sort of vegetation urbanisation Then my offspring would grow To see the light of day Taller than the black clouds of smoke I couldn’t clear