The Chemlawn Guy

He left a note—the bounder—on my door
that said my yard had some “pernicious weeds”:
like dandelions, violets. The cure?
A dose of herbicide is what you need!
As if I’d make my flowers suffer toxic
rain from Chemlawn’s WMDs
like mushroom clouds in nuclear-terroristic
scenes from zeitgeist films. I tell you, he’s
a cut-stem villain with a poison potion,
a psychopath, a cereal-killing fiend!
His murderous sap-stained hands cannot be cleaned.
They'd even, if he washed them in the ocean
the multitudinous seas incarnadine
making the green one... uh... er... green.


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