you call me weed

you call me weed,
growing between the bricks
below your suede, square feet

i am actually compulsive pushing,
insistent shoving

pest,

but long after you’re gone
(taking all your
small-minded robots with you)
i’ll remain. and i’ll reclaim
what was mine all along.

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