You don’t know how it grew there
You don’t remember planting it
It clawed up through the ground, the bear
Too large, too red, it doesn’t fit
You have those times, your fists are balled
You want to drive but the road blocked
A “wall of suck” is what its called
And its standing in your garden, rocked
You can go right over, but you cannot go around
You can smash and dash right through the thing
But it takes so much effort to prep the ground
Sometimes you just grab your hair and sing
Why can’t I just be like the rest
Why can’t I just walk around
Why do I have to go right through this pest
Why can’t I control the garden ground
But you can you see, I believe it so
I refuse to accept the wall is fixed
Maybe I will build a ladder, or no
I will just make sure all walls are nixed.