I Like The Molave. An excerpt.

I Like The Molave.
By Joshua G.

I like the Molave.
It is a tree.
It is strong.
Just like me.

The leaves are green,
My favorite color.
It makes me puke...
...Whatever.

It has a hole colored brown.
When I looked at it, I went down.
And so I said: I need a continuation.
I need inspiration.

So I went to my house,
Not filled with glee.
Crying and weeping,
My mommy saw me.

So she said,
Go down to the park.
Cut that tree down,
But do it before dark.

So I tore the tree down,
I am now filled with glee.
I saw something...
The cops are chasing me.

Now I am in jail,
I am doing my time.
My mom came by,
Saying: Are you fine?

I said no.

The End.