Make Purple Martins Nests

This one goes out to space, for or into, it doesn't make much of a falling tree anyway. Like the kids say it. You go up at the end, but that's what the olds ones pray at the end when you're light as a leaf but brittle and you can see the light we all know waits, we know that much, so say my concussions, so say I for you; and you and you and are you in a rut at home or work or school? Do you know, what these places are? Did you ever have a chance from the getgo? Did you have a good one and wasted it for a lack of whatever? Said like the kids used to. I give them a hug, they give me flying elbow drops, and prescient knee shots, but I love them all to death because they
aren't fake ass punks like their know-it-all
and still nothing, no better than elders.