MY FLOWERS
our mental health is soiled with patriarchy less control, too much anarchy we are doomed beyond all reasonable doubt we now wine and dine in clout give me my flowers now that I’m still alive not when I’m six feet in a dive don’t appreciate me when I’m gone don’t gather with imbeciles to mourn this little life I have lived is fulfilled I have done all I need to do as a deed almost everyone have bitten from my cake scatter my ashes in a river or in a lake men gets flowers for the first time at their funeral depending on the age in numeral it is a sad life, a corroded breathe living amongst thorns till you’re choked to death never lay flowers beside my grave now I’m still alive, brave as I crave when I’m done, never shed a tear just a few people I know really care cremate me and let my ashes flow on nature’s bosom my rest bestow for when I was alive, I had died a t...
