If people were flowers
you would be a forget-me-not,
and you would be put into pretty glass vases,
and watered each day,
and admired by everyone who looked at you.
If people were flowers
I would be a dandelion;
perhaps a flower in some eyes,
but a **** in most,
and children will pluck me from the ground
and ******* into the air
and make wishes on me
that will never come true,
and I will only be watered
from the **** killer
that pours upon me
like acid rain,
and I will only be admired
by the sad-eyed children
with the unfulfilled wishes.