Zinnias are a funny flower

I've never trusted women. I've never cared much for flowers. I'm a young man working the balcony. I hate using the word "I" in poetry. Especially, when I'm talking about you. I've never done anything to hurt you? In fact, I've let you weave your lies and play the part. I even put you at the center of the table, but I've never trusted women. I've never cared for you, and you don't trust me, because I don't respond to the whistle of your stamen, or the pollen rubbed by your insects. You are a flower, colored, fragrant, watered. I am a boy that works the balcony, and that's just the way it is. I am just a boy, but you... You belong over there with them, and I won't miss you much. Because, I never really knew you much. And after today, I don't want too. I'm glad you're an annual. Predictably right on time. But I don't care for flowers. A Tombstone is my lonely charm. I'm a Tennessee William's "One Arm". I am a boy that works the balcony. Nothing more, and nothing less. And you were just a series of flowers between a cheap trick, a stale cigarette, and an over priced martini.