Daisies and stapled lapels
are three times more effective
when accustomed with labels
as ‘mine’ or ‘yours’ as adjectives.
You could live or dig out graves
and pray for quicker doves
to carry forth your will of failed tries
to she who’d complete your six lies.
So if one daisy was to walk by
and string a smile to your longing eye
would you attach your resumé to her heart,
and if unqualified sing of cheat-y art?
Literally, or not, labels and price tags
are proof of things we can’t afford:
the girl of your dreams who bro-tags,
and ‘whose was the first blow?’ in an Accord.