My Darling Bud

When does the torpid flower participate?

Lowly & lethargic but pretty all the same,

It glides along with cotton clothes laced with precious silk.

You're pretty, my darling bud.

If only mother taught you to say the things that your tongue never could,

Maybe then you could rely less on what lies beneath that skirted hood.

Shame.

You're petty, my darling bud.

When people gather, I think it rather lame,

Your mind's something to compare to hollow wood,

Your thoughts are pretty, but have the texture of mud.

At least you think it's good.

At least when you're surrounded by your ilk.

At least I can sit here and call you people all the same.

At least I'm unaware that I don't have this god awful social trait.

Reviews

[Daniel Sutheran]

I'm not quite sure what to say.

[Anti Phalanx]

How about "10/10"?

[Daniel Sutheran]

Almost definitely, but I couldn't possibly add any words to it.

[Anti Phalanx]

How's about that rhyme scheme then? Amiright?