Non descript hedge rows sculpted into
ornamental animal via botanical artist
wielding pruning shears and chain saw
carved, limned and sculpted with wrist

wrought voila uber prestidigitatiously
head turning botanical picturesque Sun
kist animals at an exhibition transformed
miraculously via Te Deum divine fist ***

ping, whence realistic fauna burst alive
with an explosion of colorful twist and
shout of foliage, where scalloped super
flu us detritus manna for naturalist de

cid Jew us detritus capacious carpet boar
animation punk chew waiting groundswell
Liszt ghost would arise from the grave to pro
deuce magnum opus without a beat missed

such shrubbery mimicking the likeness, sans
glistening fleshy sin yew, and gist about ready
to become bone a fide (green behind the ears)
thriving vox populist, per species and genus

wrought thrashing into birth as delicate crafts
man promised to imbue life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness whittling away leavings, thus did
exist the nascent then omnipresent visible entity

emerging from cocoon an herbalist meta morph
hosed from imagination of skilled, practiced and
mentalist conniver viz extracting the initially
obscure blessed beast, where with august magic

wielding tools of this specialty vis a vis bringing
breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans
formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest
dexterous chiseling blistering hands baffle on

lookers as coterie of topiary harvest breaths mind
bogglingly astoundingly authentic rooted ready
to frolic in the grass menagerie a gamesome group
of linkedin live progeny, the MichelAngelo of

dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts
where application threshing re: electric cool laid
ahs hid test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger
green hued key luster.

We learn to force ourselves onto others,
Even if they say no
Or stop.
We are taught that consent is a silly thing
And those words,
“No” and “stop” are meant for us to keep going.
If we were taught to respect our bodies
And our boundaries,
Then why do we feel the need to *****
And grab
And ******?
A push away means for us to force them down
And take their innocence away,
Or their lives.
Only women are objects,
Or ******
Or weak.
Only men are pigs
Or rapists
Or stupid.
A woman is supposed bend at her man’s will,
And a man is weak if his will is bent to a woman.
When will people realize
That oppressing each other and using each other,
Only hurts the world and the coming generations we are supposed to teach?
Are we supposed to show our sons and daughters that if you want something
You must use force?
Are we supposed to scare our daughters with men,
And tell our sons to never listen to what women say if they don’t want them?
Is **** and molestation supposed to be brushed off
By just the words “they were asking for it”
Or “they wanted it?”

Pain, suffering, mourning about it all.
Why can't I understand the meaning of it all, God's true call?

I thought about it long and without mistake,
I filled my mind with love and prayed until I heard no refrain.

My thoughts rebound and ricochet about,
I can't control it and neither can these restless legs who want to shout.

I realize now it truly all is in my head,
for me personally...God is dead.