why do you mock me

why do you mock me

why do you moke me

you bring flowers now that i'm dead

you never brought them when i was alive

why do you mock me

perhaps it's my unkept yard

i like it

the birds like it

the butterflies like it

what you think is tall grass

is the flowers plant

i mow around them

leaving islands of smattered color

a sensory overload if you will

i have better things to do 

now i have nothing to do

only be gone

why do you mock me so