The Weed Poem by Cody O'Hara
The Weed
The weed
Never wilting
Looms above
All others
Casting its
Presence,
Elevated above
The title
Of lowly
Survivor
To that
Of bloody
King over
Its defeated
Subjects dying
In the
Shadow of
Their lord;
What a
Funny thing
A weed,
A king,
Or is
It really
Not funny
At all
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