Garlic

 

 

They want everything but soil

Pregnant with roots

They want everything but water

To drink them undry

They want everything but hope

Anything but high

I have ginger in my eyes

I cry for bittersweet

I have lavender inside

My body to seed

The garlic in my pores

A stench too raw

Let them die from cancer

For the hospital law

It's a little bit too earthy

It's a little bit too rough

Take them by the neck

And leave them tough

It's all a bit too real for them -

So desperate for fluff