I Am What You See Poem by Mark Heathcote

Why should I disappoint so many displaced people and return?
I'm not a worm that you can cut in half and grow two heads
I am what you see, and clearly, if this displeases you.
And many others then rightly so I should leave?

There are many gardens with genteel neighbouring flowers
that need little or no further horse manure.
And if it is your wish to grow with brambles and thorns,
who am I should ignore the star that adorns them one and all?