A Tree Made from Paper

Put this unruly mess in the drill-press Add a few too many holes like my skillset But it's all false saw waves at fault Disappointing end boss in the borderlands vault Malt ball consumption is a weekly act of strife Callous smack brings my preamp back to life H.O.A. Is just begging for a rap battle Though thought of conflict makes my bones rattle We made a tree out of paper in our class We cut long sheets from an even bigger roll We painted the sheets with a sponge and brush We paused together and let it dry as a whole I alone cut the pieces into strips Stapled them in their proper places On the plywood display board by the door At a right angle to way the window faces Bury me with my reusable mug Grown so fond of items intensifying smug Fate ambiguous like the space cowboy Late to the party with my newfound toy Look everyone I found the cure to the blues Oscillators that cross modulate real smooth My flanger fluctuates with background groans Shake and pass me a bottle, Mister Jones We took the leafs down and painted them red Then put them back with the stapler slow We took the leafs off one final time And then replaced it with some paper snow We made a tree out of paper in our class It changed incrementally with the seasons We made a tree out of paper in our class Only partially for ironic reasons