I Do Not Understand Why My Aunt Eats Ants
TO REBUKE PUKE
I mean really, put yourself in my place
Well no, actually you might want to think twice
Because my place ain’t too nice
I’ve got a garden where pity grows next to petunias
and petunias next to puke
In another place I grow greens next to grief
As pain propagates near those pretty pansies
And the pansies promise property they don’t really own
Property that makes a lonely man feel even more alone
Over there are the violets right near the vomit
My garden shrinks with age as I seek a
manual for life
It says nothing about feeling very old when you’re far from old indeed
Oh, and it’s very sad when all the red roses begin to bleed
That’s how it feels in my place where a garden of grief is grown by in-gratitude and paltry presents
Holidays come and go but no gifts arrive in the mail for me that day
Only the gift of growing older as my garden sprouts again each May
I searched for a manual to teach me about gardens and getting older
But that manual teaches nothing about flowers to afraid of
Like those lovely little lilies growing next to lost love
Oh how I wish my garden grew with grandeur and grace
So you might want to give some thought to not cputting yourself in my place
© 2011.….Phreepoetree free cee!
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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