Poem: Uncultivated


you made it clear, yes you did
how I have no style or grace
or natural charm at all

I am the merely weedy
popping up and unwanted
a damn unsightly eyesore

funny how there’s no problem
with my slipping in your bed
and hiding under your bush

there I can boldly go wild
resting in the damp darkness
where no-one else can see us

I’m useful in my own way
just not out and on display.

 

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merlinspielen

Computer jockey with a graphite pencil merlinspielen.com I enjoy random email: merlinspielen at gmail dot com

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