House Plant

This nameless potted specimen Appears about to die Perhaps the wilted browning stem Thank God it cannot cry Is starving for a richer soil Or just a larger pot A plant needs little room to toil But even less to rot Perhaps the shriveled leaves need light Uncut by mini-blinds And air that's not conditioned quite So centrally by minds Averse to nature's crude extremes The spice of a plant's life And what bird's song like silent screams Cuts through roots like a knife Don't wanna be Ain't gonna be Don't wanna be I'll never be a house plant Don't wanna be wanna be I'll never be a house plant Perhaps the shriveled leaves need light Uncut by mini-blinds And air that's not conditioned quite So centrally by minds Averse to nature's crude extremes The spice of a plant's life And what bird's song like silent screams Cuts through roots like a knife Don't wanna be Ain't gonna be Don't wanna be I'll never be a house plant Don't wanna be wanna be I'll never be never be I'll never be a house plant