Birdies And Flowers

Flowers insinuate themselves

into the air.

I pick them, I pluck them,

I don't care.

Birdies twitter in trees

oh so colorfully.

In pies I will eat them,

deliciously.

All natural beauty

only for me. 

I'll only hate garbage

when it's all that I see.

My riches will keep me

away from that sight.

As for everyone else,

I don't give a shite.

Birdies and flowers

how marvelous!

I love them equally;

I'm omnivorous!

Don't worry...

you won't meet me.

When everything's gone,

you might want to eat me.

But I'll be OK

in my underground lair,

caviar and champaign

carefully stored there.

And when you're all through

with having it out,

it's then I'll decide

it's time to come out.

You'll be gone, the earth

once again will be free

for the "haves" to enjoy,

the Morlocks, like me.