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so what if you
picked that flesh
colored flower
from your grandmother's
garden
do I look like
a vase
to you?
I am perennial
I just don't blossom
that way
my leaves are twisted
like a wreath
have been ever since
I started countin
petals
knew damn well
that pink carnation
was your way of saying
i love you
not
everyone else got
a rose
some got a dozen
red
and I don't mean
moderate
because that would
put you back in
your grandmother's garden
only she aint home
today
and guess what
she took her rosebush
with her
thorns and all
so what are you
gonna stick me with
this time
big boy
a piece of my own pie?
yeah, well cherry aint gonna
cut it
and neither is that
piece of shit you call
a knife
so put it back on
the plate
with all your other
pointless excuses
face up
I'm having cake
for lunch
and you can watch
me eat it, too