Tree Fornications. (An environmental poem..sort of.)

Hey Steempeople,

This is a little "beat style" (ugh) poem that I have performed live on stage occasionally. Warning their is profanity. It's called "Tree Fornications" because we have, all of us, fucked a tree at some point. (Or fucked over , if you prefer)

See that tree open up like a schoolgirls skirt...
You were thinking, wherever you were, that that beer was gonna be warm if we didn't get back to the party soon
I find it funny, how, if you were there,
you would have taken your clothes off and straddled that tree!
I find it most hilarious that I did not.
Sure you would have! and if I had been a little more drunk and a little less puritan...
Goddamn that would have been a scene!
Well, I can just see you now,
all naked and dumbly innocent
frantically hammering away scattering spiders and aphids,
licking bark and caressing leaves and pleading for an EPIPHANY.
While the gape-mouthed park rangers stared on in total Saturday afternoon tree fetish bewilderment!
Yapping on their radios -tapping their boots together- wondering nervously if they were gonna have to actually touch the crazy humping the tree?
And later
After the tree permitted you to release your load,
And you fell to the grass sobbing
dripping what was left all around you, your thighs, your hair, the tree, all gluey
And I helped you to your skinned and bleeding feet as I would have done
Just one step ahead of the raging park rangers who only like homo-sapien females.
You wrecked, genitals ruined, but crying over and over again that WE WERE FORGIVEN!!!!!
By a small green tree in a small green park.
And on the way to the E.R. we would have thrown out all the empty beer cans and talked about baseball!
What a funny story that would have made!
Wait... no. Come to think of it... I am wrong.
Come to think of it... that wouldn't be funny at all.
It's just the booze talking, man.
And it's fucking repulsive.
Sitting here under this Great Oak. I don't talk no more.
Don't matter noways. The bottles dry. My heard hurts too bad.
I can't sleep because of them. They don't never stop.
Hear them?
Turn your car off for a minute and listen to the trees scream.