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 thousand times 

the world cared less, now I’ve journeyed a million miles

@talk2leigh

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5:31pm

28 Aug 2025