Unwanted Flower
Green sticky flower
the one I yearn to devour.
White crystals so bright
what a delight.
Orange hair I love to snare
but to many like to stare.
It taste so great I cannot wait.
Too many southern people
that don't need another steeple.
Tested again how long has it been?
How long must I wait for the oil to evaporate.
The futures not clear my name has been
smeared.
For now, Please leave me alone cause there's
no one at home.
Copyright © Richard Smothers | Year Posted 2017
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