Sorry I lied-- I couldn't help it

I feel the need to poeticize--- What a fantastic day! Here goes:

Why I Hate Roses

I slammed the door and threw

a fat bloody rose supported by a weedy fern

all wrapped in cheap green paper

tightly bound with a thin plastic bow.

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You'd come over again

this time with a peace offering--

the ever popular

big-haired, curly red head

with a straight shapeless body

and long fingernails to break through

cheap clothing and scratch.

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I don't need your fickle flowers filling my house

with their heavy sugary perfume.

Take your blossoming bimbos wih you.