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The Flowers

I've known 1,000 crooks        
read 10,000 books        
still like my whiskey with sour        
took 500 aims        
at my 5,000,000 blames        
as I sit all alone at the fire        
my hands are now cold        
but my heart is still bold        
waiting on some newfound desire        
if I don't think quick        
i just might miss        
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers             
it's been 700 months        
i met 31 monks        
not one of them had a thing to say        
i poured 20,000 baths        
to clean one shiny ass        
won't you give it a kiss today        
now my hands are pickled        
and it's so hard to explain        
being fickle  the name of the game        
i think I'll swing first        
just the way it's rehearsed        
you may ask why I do it this way        
it's my ability to fuck up the flowers        
ALWAYS! Those GOD DAMN FLOWERS!
Written by BatPowers (Bat Powers)
Published | Edited 14th Nov 2024
Author's Note
Self sabotage.  I got the rhyme in my head and thought let's metaphor! The flowers represent the good stuff. Take the rest as you see fit.
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