Latte

Worry about trees

They turn into wolves at will

They eat groceries

That do not belong to them

They’ll slap your fat asshole

With a nettle vine

They’ll knit your clothes together

To one giant difficult cloth

Sell your bones before you die

Turnt your treehouse to a pie

Speak in tongues backwards

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