The Last Tree

Once I was free to climb all the trees, and I enjoyed this with my sweet kitty And now they arrest me if I'm out of line, and so for too long I have not got to climb. Their misguided justice, all fueled by hate, manipulated by those who manipulate, taking my freedoms and wasting my time, when all I want is a tree I can climb But it's 3 days until they will put me in chains because a bail address I cannot arrange and with great sadness I must break their rules, just once not again for I am no fool They can't punish me for just living this time For it's the last tree that I ever will climb I'll climb, feel the rush, disturb all the birds, apologize in my weird monkey words, and I'll be at peace and the birds they will sing, about this strange monkey that just wants to swing. As I run out of oxygen, hopefully fast I'll think about how I can't possibly last, in a cage or a cell so this last choice is mine And this is the last tree I ever will climb.