It’s just a little too much

When the chicken is burned

And still undercooked

The woman is beautiful

And somehow pissed

Maybe it’s the chicken

Perhaps it’s the budding of the flowers

Giving her visage a run for its money

We’re all fucked in our own little ways

Especially the new flowers

Who like all beauty

Flourish and wow

Then fade and fall

After them, the decline

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