I hate your poetry

I hate your poetry
Its lines are florals
Camellia base notes
Beautiful and brave
Vanilla would be ample, too

I hate your poetry
The Banting diet incarnate
Too much double thick cream
Where is the bread, man
Can I have a cracker, please?

I hate your poetry
Garnering blank looks from able faces
A knife twisting into guts
But nothing is felt
You can not murder with flowers

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