You vile weed,
For you are no friend.
I blow you to the woods,
Again and again.
You sneak in my car,
You attach to my dog.
You litter the drive,
And the gutters you clog.
I blow you away
And I constantly sweep
No time to eat,
No time to sleep.
For I must remain
One step ahead.
If I drag just a little
I’m better off dead.
Sleepless nights,
I think of your fate.
Waiting for dawn,
On my mower I wait.
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