The Tree Enslaved By Crack

The tree won't melt, Until drugs pelt, On the soil of spit spelt, Only numb is felt, Virtue falls widely, Which isn't so kindly, For an act done not so wisely, This autumn comes madly, The strangers are the roots, As they became when the tree toots, Unworthy for any moots, As with spoils they're cahoots, Now love doesn't near, As it can't live in fear, The tree lacks an ear, As it enjoys petrifaction every year, The bark is so hard, That to its soul it's always the shard, The heart lost its bard, As to its pink eye everything is a card, The trunk is its hump, Storing the junk in a lump, Though the tree wants to jump, It became the soul with the rump. Squished like grape for it has no back, A life blown with vape that fell into a sack, As it doesn't ask where do I fit in the rack, Because, can't you see the tree was enslaved by crack ?