Just a Weed

Love is the cure for every single ail

but it makes me pour vodka into a large pail

then pour it down my throat

I can’t cross the moat

that lies between my prison

and the field of my decisions

I’m trapped inside my tower

and I’m slowly losing power

I used to be a flower

but now I’m just a weed

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