I always believed that you’d grown as a person
the ever lasting growth of nature!
Never falters never stutters!
In the right hands it will blossom
But in your hands it corrupts
Like a tory condemned
You seem to taint whatever you touch
You covered your lies
And manipulated the plants
You taught them to grow
But led them astray
Your optical illusions lead people a stray
And in a garden of nature
There was never any real growth.
Did you ever realise what you produced
You always blew hot air
Complex your mind, and state your brand
Fit the norm and find your way
I hope you grow and blossom too
But with the grey clouds above your head
I fear the worst, corrupt the beds
And fear what’s next
only when you open up
Will you blossom into your way
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