The seeds of doubt were planted with fertilizer.
Little green yellow-bellied leaves sprout dendritic branches
with connections overgrown,
Roots so deep concrete can’t
hold its own,
If only I could reject what is sown, reject what is sown.
Clasped hands over obsessive compulsive ritual lands,
Circle dance circuits wound up,
Like a perpetual motion music box only needs one trigger to
go ballistic.
Pesticides can’t place this pestilence aside,
Resistance to sense and sensibility genetically modified,
Subsidized by past seasons gone awry,
Evolving to better withstand sanity’s drought.
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