The Reason I Like Weeds Poem by Biff McGuire

Why do I stand out in the rain?
When others run for cover?
I watch the storm light up the sky
And talk back to the thunder
And squeeze into a crevice
That would make another suffocate
Or jump a train, time and again
Not thinking it may seal my fate
Defy the heat that’s rising from the asphalt as I travel,
Or try to float my tiny boat as the waves start to unravel
Most of the rules are not for me,
Nor were they ever meant to be.
No hurt no crime; save for the time
The victim’s me, let justice be
Slip out to fight the shadowed night,
Experiencing wrong and right
I thrive in places most cannot,
The desert’s fire and forests’ rot
And so it goes, my garden grows;
With things I plant and then some
The reason that I like the weeds
Must be because I am one