oh rotting flower
oh how pretty you look sitting in your vase
how nice of your purple pedals to open and curl
and your leaves to wilt and crunch under my heavy hand
such a paradox that you sit upon my table slowly meeting your end,
painfully I would imagine,
as we "ooo" and "aww" at your grandeur and rarity
such a fine line between acceptable death,
beauteous death,
and ugly smelly death
one day your wilting stem and poof
was cute in a sad way
oh rotting flower how I feel for you
as one would feel for a friend
being laughed at or taken advantage of
because I know what end you will meet at
the hands of coveting eye
oh rotting flower thank you for your sacrifice