Herbs and Things

It shoots up, I smack it down

With your answers, your problems

Mine, nowhere to be found.

One insinuation and they go wild,

Mad with intent To spread, and then I smack it down,

With your voice, your worries

Mine gone, nonexistent.

They see black and white,

Ignorant and impulsive, again I smack it down

With your opinions, your dreams Mine forgotten, unheard of.

Accusing-- you keep talking

Untruths spread like wildfire

It reaches me, stronger, still I smack it down

With your jokes, your sorries

Mine, sardonic and untrue.

No change but it's gone away

With the loveless boys and kid moms

Another problem, still, I smack it down

With what's left of your faith, your yesterday.