Author Allen Ginsberg That tree said I don't like that white car under me, it smells gasoline That other tree next to it said O you're always complaining you're a neurotic you can see by the way you're bent over. Tags car tree Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments