Intro

This is tales from the canopy
Not tales from the crypt
I’m half way to heaven but this not a cruise ship
I’m not on my way
That’s just my location
No hobo but I got no vocation
Just slinging fro yo
Professional student
Writing every day
No I’m not that prudent
I’m not that great
So you don’t need to hate
Just taking the middle way
Not writing rules on slates
I’m up in the trees I’m not on a mountain
But the life springs from my pipes like light from a fountain
So I hope you get drenched
Or at least feel the sprinkle
We get the rain here first and my bones feel the tingle
See a storms coming
It’s not that tranquil
Other critters get to running
But us Sloth’s just feel thankful