I just think I don’t have green fingers
And, more so, that my inclination to garden pots
is just a whim, not a hobby. I just need to plant some focus
The greens change with the seasons,
You take the plastic around the vegetables from the market stalls,
and save it in a drawer for further use.
I’ve never been part of a throwaway society
I take time to dispose or discard things!
How would garden green look different from flag green or political party green?
I just feel colours get irksome with their deemed markers; especially when your opinion is likely to be dismissed
by the growing Left coming from the horizon with their cardboard cuttings and loquacious agenda!
But would you think dear overwhelming pretender Communist China believes in too much power to the workers???
Even if you were impressed by Engels, Marx or any other Utopian cavalier!
They aren’t aware that the universal laws are more than just the shape of things to come
And we may fold up or blow up; even if you venture to believe that AI is not bad after all!
Right now, I am not casting my aspersions about anything; just living and dying in least-espoused belief systems (but don’t take me for granted!)
that many would want to disprove because of their veracity. Dear Mother, `mums’ my word!
Should I say my domino trail was in believing who my favourites are…because of the vampirism, and hijacking, and bodygrabbing?!…
Republican Red, Chinese Red or Labor Red
My edging lobelias remind me that blue was quite my favourite colour, like the blues I sing to,
but they could die soon…I just want to somehow think that righteous is right
Be it of any hue…Pop goes the weasel of my mind telling me we live in a yellow submarine!
But right now, I am living in a pokey apartment at No. 11, Market Street
with the rents going so high that you are eager to put your foot in your grave
if it seems a better proposition than homelessness
But I throw a gauntlet at anybody who thinks persecution is potent to enslave
I could be terror-ifically shaking up all their trees!
And really, the evil Prime Minister of this country is a blanched, wilted leaf!
It is just that too much evil has taken advantage of my patient generosity; and tried to capitalise on it too!
Not that the real estate agent or landlord are much of a festoon on my wall!…
That I’d say three cheers to the method of hypocrisy standing tall!
And I give a damn for the despicable rent-deducted measly Centrelink payment that I am given. A cynical Thank You to you all!
You know, you all should know I actually should have an appetite for destruction
from all your peasant disguised ribald acts against me and my restraint and sacrifice!
Your mosquito stings are no match for the decidiousity of my will that I should remise my honour, dignity and insularity!
Don’t you all test my temperature too much, for I can brand you all with an eternal affliction from which you all should never recover?!!!
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