deep rooted

I barked up the wrong tree the other day
though it seemed like a good tree for doing that
you see, there be potential for drunken dull nasties
each of questionable moral aptitude and the such
unethical deliberateness lurking in the upper canopy to boot
or at least the instilled rumor had it supposed
and thus knowing damn well they all be fat
and sloth-ish like a west coast merlot
that’s what I was told
I’m not overly embarrassed by it though
I’ve been known to also howl at the wrong moon
unclear of viable truth reactive
but not nuclear-ly reactive
yet there was fallout
assumption can result in that
gossip gets top billing over reality
spewings of someone else’s dreams
of what should be and why
validations polluting unsuspecting environments
smug grins united in a cheshire stretch
so I became the judge
and the system gnawing at the trunk
and someone hidden in the leaves
my victim