what is LA all about?

trebuchet my love
whip it back
and call me a name
that no other could
and all the while
the match stick men
collide and collaborate
in my den
with pipes a flared
and book spines groped
as if in Never Land
and the ranch is only miles away
yet the ones that figure out
what could go down
are only left in lawsuits
that seek no fruition
and only a simple gesture
of what the Laugh Factory could
encompus as the 'N' word
and what that might mean to us all
if we only stopped to wonder
what a word meant
if we only meant them at all
or took the time
the pure simple time
to write them down
and caress them like children
babes in cloth
sweet times of innocense and simple thought
easy interpretation
and awfully awful days
need be to us all
yes, need be indeed