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tomatoes
are not vine for me,
they wither
like commie raisins
in revolt;
my thumb
is not green,
it is a city
shade of soot
& a pinkie to boot.
i put plants
in the ground
like the undertaker
puts people;
if charles manson
were a garden gnome
i’d be his minion;
& now i’m contemplating
trying out peppers,
but i know it will be
a massacre in the end;
dear lord please
stop me.
tomatoes
are not vine for me,
they wither
like commie raisins
in revolt;
my thumb
is not green,
it is a city
shade of soot
& a pinkie to boot.
i put plants
in the ground
like the undertaker
puts people;
if charles manson
were a garden gnome
i’d be his minion;
& now i’m contemplating
trying out peppers,
but i know it will be
a massacre in the end;
dear lord please
stop me.