The Impatient Gardener

I'm just a gardener,

With no plants to my name

I rarely get company,

So I'm glad you came.

I hope you understand

My plants and their condition

It's mainly their models

And their feeble additions.

My first set was decent

They were raised in the sun

I fertilized, watered,

And gave them some fun

Within a month they budded,

By two they bloomed

But even though they looked healthy

I felt they were doomed

So I looked to my phone,

And gave the plants a jeer

I looked in anger

And screamed "why aren't you here?"

I moved on the second set

But all they saw was fear

I fertilized with guilt,

And watered with beer.

By a month they budded

But by two they stopped trying

They were tired of my methods

So we both were dying

Thus, I looked at my phone,

And looked at my plants

I looked to the ground

And said "Food for the ants"

I moved to my third set

With no hope, and rage

They said this would get better

With patience and age

I threw them in the ground

With more hate and discord

I looked to my hobby

That I can barely afford.

I chose not to water,

But fertilized with smoke

Not even a week passed

And they started to choke

I looked at my garden

All dead and dismembered

I thought it was over

But then I remembered

I looked to my right

The plants raised in the sun

The ones I took care of

And knew they were the one

I looked at my precious

And rather than starting anew

I cut it out of its roots

And forgot what to do.