The neps have turned black.
Fertilizer, herbicide...
they're the same thing, right?
My beautiful plants,
how tall and vibrant you have grown
these last two minutes.
towards the light is "out."
"out" is where the freedom lies.
So I'll fly towards the -
Come, my worker ants,
Nectar waits in great supply
right over this cliff.
And, just for fun, a total nonsense poem. What rhymes with "aristolochioides?"
There once was a nep called aristolochioides,
whose pitchers were light as the fairest sock of soybeans.
A fly came to play,
but then flew away.
Seethed the plant, "well, I don't really care worth a box of toy fleas.
I'll leave "infundibuliformis," "mapuluensis," and "mentalingajanensis," as challenges for the next person