Pitcher Plant Boy

Used to be best friends with plants
their green, their life seemed to seep in a little
in my mind, in my words.
I talk flowers, sing bees
and that's how you pop out of nowhere
like some wonder fly escaping from some uncovered jar.

Me and my friends say you're a pitcher plant boy.
Nobody but the weird wants you around.
And we mean all the mean words we say.
There might be some good in you,
but even until the world's last day
we don't want your name.

Pitcher plant boy just don't bother.
Your efforts are counted but not valued.
I talk flowers, I sing bees.
But pitchers just don't work for me.