Things rank and gross in nature possess it merely.

In this garden
Those gross in nature
Have taken hold of all the real estate
Holding it hostage
Making space only for others
As gross as those that already possess it.
The discerning
The sensitive
The sweet smelling
The creative
Get pushed further and further back
To the back corners of the garden
Until they are pushed out altogether
Or buried under the climbing weeds
Or choked by the twining vines
Gasping for water, for sun, for space.

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