The Gardener

I'm sitting on a tightrope.
Looking down.
Yeah, Look up assholes, check my frown.
You all try to climb up here, you jerks.
I'll let you speak to them. Let 'em come first.

They come balancing, trying to get to me.
They all want someone like me.
Not some jerk, who pisses all over them.

I know you love to feel supperior.
Telling them they aren't good enough.
You're so good at making them feel inferior.
These beautiful flowers are fading for you.

I you won't attend them yourself,
Let me water them for you, myself.
I don't consider myself a better gardener.
I just give a shit, unlike your gardeners.

Stop mowing the flower bed,
Let me care for them instead.
Let me take them to a real bed.

Lay down your hands.
Stop beating them senseless.