daisies and buttercups

Don't dis my obsessions
at the moment you're
in detention, haven't woken
still sleeping since sixth grade,
imperfections, luckily neither of us face
election because we're time bombs
supposedly girls with flowers crave attention,

absolutely agreeable reflection
not to mention the
deathbed sentence, keep me posted on your

boring notions, might as well stay
up to date, just in case
times change too fast for me
to jump back on the hipster bus,
elation is for the sunshine, i'd like a
ride back to hell, it's more divine,
corpses are quieter than your whines
under the ground we sit and divide
perfection among ourselves and
share the wonders of floral decay in our tea