P.The weed

I look from my window,
i see you've grown again!
Ive grown tied of your antics,
you've become a pain!
I don my boots,
and gloves,
and rip you from the ground,
the tone in my voise is like
a vengeance sound!
But i guarantee a few weeks later
your rear your ugly head,
i should have gotten weedkiller
and used upon you instead.
I head for your domain,
with chemical in hand,
ready to put a stop to you,
ready to make my stand.
You spread across my neat tilled garden,
like a rash upon the soil,
like a striken tanker in a raging sea spurting out its oil.
Now its time to stop your rain,
put a end to your hurtful ways,
i point the bottle towards you and you a few hefty sprays.
I drence you in the liquid,
make sure i dont miss a stop,
with smug satisfaction,
turn my back on you,
and leave you there to rot!
There was a moment of sadness,
but that has passed me by,
im glad your wilting fast,
and that you soon will die!