Pluck, pluck, pluck
We strip away to make a buck
A flower without petals
Efforts lay in shambles
From the root to the stem, water!
From our toes to our chest, does it matter?
Everything we do is a buy or sell
Flowers without pollen is a special hell
Brain static fuzz
Bees, give me a buzz!
I write these lines after playing with the brick like thoughts in my head to make them into a wall of coherent organization. I’ve done these kind of posts before. Can I get feedback from the readers?