Yellow-green hardy survival

These leaves leave much to be desired

I blame the helpless

those left by unfavorable circumstance

No I blame the careless

Decadent in selfish frigid space

I cannot always wander alone

I cannot bear the responsibility

nor the repression of impatient flexibility.

Prick-ish cultivated interests

Fertilized with Dewey’s understanding

I’ve lost my chances with small living

I’ll sweep your remnants off the floor