oui oui enterprises, 911, obamaland, sycamores die, sycophants and ignorants remain alive.

moment ago obamaland security came and said step off the grass, 

you're trespassing. 

you can't take pictures from the grass by the fence. 

step away from the park. it's private property. 

it's obama's private park.

i'm trespassing, but i know how it feels to be displaced 

from stolen land stolen again, for ill repurpose, like the trees. 

and they still call it a library. 

there was nothing there, they say, and we need a library. 

it's not a library kid, it's a bait and switch—look it up. 

he took our park. it's a private fundation, kid. 

forget it, security kid. 

it's obamaland.

and i stood in front of the security vehicle on the sidewalk taking selfies with my leave it better than you found it t-shirt and the passenger said can you move, we're trying to get by, and i stepped onto the forbidden grass and quickly hopped to the other side. then i thought, technically he's right, there is to be a little liebrary in the big tower. and it cost us some 800 trees which are nothing and a park which is nothing.