Climbing the Huge Oak in my Grandmother's Yard

Butane in my veins
Instead of blood
Provides nutrients to the forest that grows inside of me
Burning butane puts holes in my veins
These openings provide opportunities for new plant growth
And a cooler, bigger forest

When the forest grows too big it proceeds to emerge out of my face
So I shave my face with some mace in the dark
It hurts but is the only thing that can stop the butane enriched trees
Including bromelaids, mosses, ferns, nitrogen fixing lichens and the rare species of cocaine nose-jobs.