More the Black-Eyed Susan

It is not easy being human

It is easy to be mean

But those who vow not to be

Are leaves and always green

The anatomy of a blossom

Is based on extract of the base

And when we rise above the fray

We begin to find our way

We must fight the good fight still and burdens do we share

Though the fight may not be fair

The fight is already won if we do not succumb

Like hungry ants to junk like broken chips and cookie crumbs

And one can preserve, restore, or reawaken at a premium the plum

Better parts that suck their thumbs

And do not have to flash their gums to everyone or anyone

Only ones that make their kindred spirits hum

The fight inside not shy the butterflies

Eternity be our radii