Burdock

You said,

That I'm like a burdock,

You hate me being stuck on you.

What a face-plant, yet I know,

Burdocks aren't easy to brush off

Ok, let's say I'm like a burdock,

I intend to do a good weeding.

To stop being a prick to you,

I need to do some reseeding.

She said,

Well, I could live with a bad weed,

And even to being hooked on you.

If only you had a seed of common sense,

But you're just so darn clingy - it's true!

Ok, let's say I'm like a burdock,

I intend to do a good weeding.

To stop being a prick to you,

I need to do some reseeding.

The vinegar of your words

Is killing off

The Burdock in me

Trust me,

I am dying to be Burdock-free - for you

She said okay,

Let's say you stay a burdock,

Just know I intend to do a good weeding.

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