Fruit Booted Indian Poem by Thomas Kane

I kick where the sun shine bare apples in the pine.
Comb over what trumpet mind ask matters knot
Tree grow the branch and high lemons limber
Mellow now once could cause may to become
Love am I in it for myself a fish snapping backs
Monkey jump on my toe giants sling blade
Ain't got no goat in her barn combustion the chamber said
I think I paint I think of ain't
Ouch pain darn you bump I'm bruised
Oh that banana track a times of fuse
Boom my universe escapes Adam's evol a tribe in somewhere else's land
Stole by the troll grimlyns scared of scew hue and hauffers
Cattle back baby bitch my Grand awakening is complete mission left airy tortilla. Want nun?