Two flowers grow
Entwined together
And the gardener looks down
Holding his clippers
Liking the one
But not the other
As it just so happens
That this is what he feels
“Well my pretties
I hate to do it
Like I really do
But I only need
Yes one of you
So I'm gonna take the one I want
And leave the one I don't”
He said with at least a sense
Of actual sadness
But he actually wasn't
And seconds later
He cut the one on the left
Leaving the one on the right
But who even cares
About the feelings of flowers eh
Because the day
That they have a say
In anything at all
Will be a hard cold day
In Hell of course
In short but plainly spoken
It won't happen no
So why are you crying
About the splitting apart
Of two pretty flowers
But lovingly entwined
Because they have no consciousness
And can't be sad
About being torn asunder
Because they don't feel
On a conscious level
Only
Over the next few days
The flower but left behind
Slowly wilted
Like it had lost the will to live
In spite of the shining sun above
And the goodly rain
Which was a curious thing
Because a flower shouldn't react like this