FLOWER GAGA

their weak colours
trying to pop
under the colourless sky

the pale daffodils
all face west
& into the rain

they exhibit
the dumb bluntness
of brainwash

& the faded appearance
of sweatshop knockoffs

weak unbranded dye

there is one tho
stood shorter
& rude with yellow

& i feel like . . .

. . . i feel like 
i should rescue it

yes

i will do that now