Pluck You

There you sit, all high and mighty.
You think you’re better than me.
Don’t bother trying to deny it.

I see your sneers of derision.
I hear your whispered plans.
I know you would see my end.

What, you thought I didn’t know?
That I’m not one of the chosen ones?
Hand-selected to exist alongside you?

How foolishly blind you are.
Look at how you must coddle them:
The beauty of your haughty friends comes at a price.

You want them to be with you,
But they resist at every turn, don’t they?
They make you work for their charms.

Yet here I stand, so proud and strong,
Weathering the storms of life
And the destruction of man.

You hunt me down, murderously plucking me from existence.
But you haven’t heard the last from me.
I am far stronger and more persistent than you.

I’ll be back, you sanctimonious prick; I’ll be back.
And this time?
This time, I’m coming for you.

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Pluck me, will you?
No, no.
Pluck You.

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28 thoughts on “Pluck You

    1. Ha! Yes, they are! They’re all over my yard right now…which tells you I’m behind on mowing. But they’re so gorgeous, I can’t force myself to do it. Not until they’re gone…I think. We’ll see.

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  1. If you murder the flowers there’s no where for the fairies to live… that’s what mum told me when I used to sit and pick petals off flowers because I was a dumb kid. They got me back though, I can’t count the amount of times I’ve fallen arse over tit in a garden.

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  2. Great, creative poem! I actually think that a lot of weeds (like dandelions) are a lot prettier than we give them credit for! A lot of times they’re just as pretty if not more so than other flowers! It’s kind of like leaves in a way, I don’t always understand the point of racking them or picking them unless we have to.

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