The Gardening Ladies

The gardening ladies won´t accept me,

The ones on the other side of the fence.

The ladies with perfect roses,

And short cut golf course lawns.

 

The ladies won´t accept me,

The ones with red, red lips.

Leaking lies and gossip,

And cold dead eyes,

Smiling.

 

The ladies won´t let me in,

To their special, special club.

Where pesticides and poison,

Leak from within their minds.

 

The Gardening Ladies Society,

Looks with disgust at me.

My garden is a jungle,

Where living things are free.

To be.

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