Non-Thinking Hand It Over Flowers

The loud fastest growing non-thinking hand-it-over flowers are abrasive to some who feel they are truly weeds, just messing up us real flowers Their gnarly appearance is off putting because they are not the approved people, they are clover. They look different, they dress different, they advocate giving away stuff to so-called poorer flowers. They are way too giving with our flower seeds. This is our seed; we made it. You cannot take it away from us. Our gardners purchased it online or in stores. it is ours until we throw it in the garbage. We do not like the abrasive irritating selfish non-thinking hand-it-over flower weeds who are screaming for our seed, who want our well-earned pollen. Sit in the sun yourself, you poison ivy leaves! These give-it-all-to-us weeds sometimes become abrasive in our gardens. They are overbearing, disrespectful, trotting over us flowers in a mean and arrogant way. We are so irritated with them, they are covering us up quickly and thickly, loud and proud. We stick up our noses and try to push through their hard-headed, do-it-our-way-and-give-us-everything ranks. Then when we are mortally wounded, and we see little hope, when we lose our fight, and become weeds ourselves, our perspective changes. We become the arrogant and rude take-over types, tromping over each little marigold and lavender slice, silencing them. We are now the desperate, take-over weeds, screaming for our due. We become the bullies. I have no idea how to rectify the approved flowers with us weeds, but we weeds soon get our own way, we become incensed, and crafty, and our dendrites kick in. Some of us dandelions have developed magical powers. We figured out how to look and sound less weed-like. Some of us are running for political office, telling the loveliest most naïve flowers what they need to hear to get onboard and give us their seeds. Knowing they will soon be joining the world of weeds, and loving the knowledge we have done it with little bloodshed, only craftiness and stealth. Oh, it is fun to be on the bad side.