Overgrown Bullies and Overgrown Weeds

The weeds are squeezing around the flower beds in every corner of the yard. They seem to grow a foot or two each night, smothering dainty flowers, Sitting on them, squelching them, happily growing, strangling them. Similar to the ways inconsiderate controlling people smother others, Overgrown bullies who squeeze their victims, killing without conscience. I race out there with clippers, an axe, leather gloves and a hoe. Chopping away. Wishing as I chop that I could eliminate overbearing bullies in a similar way.