My Tiny Plot of Veg and Potted Mirth
Alas I can’t pick the pears in her tree
Nor the shiny apples in her branches
The sweet corn growin’ in her garden
Tis no longer mine to lovingly devour
Jasmine flowers are no longer mine
To delicately sniff with false desires
The onions and beans won’t feed me
I can no longer gaze the hungry birds
Squabbling over seeds 'pon the table
I am not allowed in to enjoy her jardín
Like the ganja leaf graffiti on her wall
The lazy weed man must stay outside
Unworthy of love, dignity nor a smile
A pat on t’ back even a dog deserves
True love never lived or lingered here
Down this lane of shade and dog poo
No worries I will grow my own garden
I will cultivate corn and also potatoes
Pear tree and some shiny red peppers
And some therapeutic sticky herb bud
Innocently hiding in a sun filled corner
Protected by aroma of tomato plants
I’m not in need of her forbidden jardín
I will grow my own and rear good vibes
Growing fruits of self worth in the soil
