No Rights

“No Rights”

Flower me
make me
smell
better
than good
So 
you can
eat me
and
make me
feel good
You will
cut me

I want
to sing
you 
I want
to play
you
I want
to pick
you out
of the 
ground
but I
have no
right
to

Flowering you
before
you can
leave
Makin you
mine if
I can
before
you are
something
more
than just
black 
and white
on a 
page
in 
a dream

I want
to be
the top
of your
salad
I am
the flower
you gotta
eat with
your lettuce
and cheese
And you
are the
crouton
It’s so 
obvious
you’d have
to be 
blind
not to see 
it

I want
to sing
with you 
I want
to play
with you
I want
to pick
you
out of the 
ground
and keep
you
But I
have
no rights
to
put 
you in 
a vase

Flowering you
before
you can
leave
Makin you
mine if
I can
before
you are
something
more
than just
black 
and white
on a 
page
in 
a dream

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