Weeds To Wildflowers

She prefers the weeds to wildflowers
but she waters them the same.
She always bets on the underdog,
regardless of the game.
She will take a morning shot of whiskey,
with coffee hot in hand,
and then boast about morality
and exactly where she stands.
She will laugh when she sees you crying,
swear it’s day when it is night,
and she will pluck the pretty flowers
when she knows it isn’t right.
She is perfectly peculiar,
this beauty of a beast,
and even with her many faults,
no sweeter soul you’ll meet.