I will not cut off my branch just because you want to play baseball! Birds live there! I need my leaves to SURVIVE! They are not just decorations for you to muse over! You want to carve the initials of you and your lover into my bark? FUCK YOU. My fruit is for propagating my seeds, not for your SALAD! You need shade? Get a hat and some sunscreen! You want to swing? Go to a chat room like the rest of the freaks! You need wood for your house? Get a job and pay rent for a lonely studio apartment, you freakin mooch. And when you are old and tired and you need a place to sit, you expect me to let you cut me down for a stoop? Sit your ass in the grass; I don't care if you can't get up. And pick up that kleenex when you leave. Get a fucking root.