Like a straight razor to a man's beard
The wise sayings of Sam Yorkdale's Oak Tree
Was cut from the roots sawed in half
And every little thing that made it unique was gone
Now a carbon copy of what was thought of as happy
"Its leaves don't shine no mo"
"You took its gold soaked wood from me"
Said Sam Yorkdale
Golden Oak was nothing but a house for fools
Like a slave it was bought for rich
And treated like human shit
Cocaine powdered the air
Where flies & squirrels rest
Dogs piss at the feet of a God
While pages turn in history
Like an apple that never falls too far
From the father tree
I wish I'd have seen Sam Yorkdale
The scent of man's want
Like a hungry wealthy bastard
The scent of man's need
Like a widow at her partner's knees
© 2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.