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Hothouse Weed 2 - Bruce V. Bracken's All-Purpose Poetry Thing

I could have stayed there 'til I died
Studio on the Western Slide
All spoiled meat, circuits popped and fried
Just like you, hothouse weed, but why?

Grow out of your walls, hothouse weed!
See how dry we are that you bleed!
Grow out of your walls, hothouse weed!
See how dry we are that you bleed!

I could spend my life on the dole
No care for those from whom I stole
Ponzi's security when old
Just like you, hothouse weed, but why?

Grow out of your walls, hothouse weed!
See how dry we are that you bleed!
Grow out of your walls, hothouse weed!
See how dry we are that you bleed!

© 2000 Bruce V. Bracken