Weeds -filthy, creepy little things
Wriggling over what's ours-
Lawns, homes, tiles
Everywhere. Everywhere.
They prey, they eat, they take,
Consume what isn't theirs.
Born where the sun won't bless
Water won't share it's potion,
No matter how much you
Hate them, curse them, damn them,
These green diabolical plants
Never cease to cease.
Their plan continues on and on.
Everywhere. Everywhere.
An earthy malignant tumor
Hollwing us, one step at a time,
Wears away a host
At the very end,
Leaves a writhing mass
Of disappointed dead flesh.

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