all those weeds pulled and soil turned
and mosses raked away
to make room for sturdier growth
but under the glaring sunlight
those plans are merely embarrassing drunks
one minute they can’t stand up
the next they won’t back down
their faith shuffles ’round my feet
looking for a handout or two
and they clamber over a lonely compost heap
with their half-hearted, busted smiles

content in their beds,
they know my secrets and yours too

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