They say
That talking to plants
Helps them grow
But what does a plant
Really know?
It cannot provide itself
With protection
From the snow
It cannot feed itself
Without an elbow
How far would you go?
To get the necessities of life?
To use this knife?
To cut me from ear to ear
Just to leave your mark
To proove you were here
I will fill myself with fear
If that's what you feed on
If that's not enough; read on:
He told me that I have
A lot to give
But I don't have much to teach
Always been out of reach
You can still preech
From your perch
High above
The undesireables
The unmentionables
Don't preech about love
You hypocritical fool
Better yet
Go back to school
You just preech
Because you think you're cool
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