louisiana,sweet poet,sing song,walk along,the camp town races reverb.these words i already heard.birds in trees,i ponder,do they carry these,original tweets,look yonder,do birds sing the tunes of other cruners in the trees,and god looked at me and said,all original,atleast used to be,unless your in louisiana,then i can tell ya,they steal,for real.what an awful deal i thought,and drank the slushie i bought.

this poem is dedicated to joy.toy.boy.