Flowers Are Free

Floral freedom

‘stealing flowers is not a crime ‘ old Hungarian saying

In summer, I pinch fat blue hydrangea
adornments of double income couples and as
cicadas sing song the man’s blindness to red
turns my yearly push for Xmas bush sociopathic
So I finish the job off in an early morning snatch

And when I spy roses drop autumnal golden
over garden fences enjoyed only by their hired gardener
I redistribute fragrance to a woman in number 5
the thorny stalks immerse hot in cut glass water
So I set plans for a Gerbera slaughter.