We are the ones with Roses,

Rising from the earth.

You are the one who poses,

Establishing your mirth.

We are the ones the ones with Marigolds,

Shining bright and yellow.

You are the one who quietly scolds,

You poor and sour fellow.

We are the ones with Rhododendron,

Cautious and defensive.

You are the one who flows like Acheron,

Spiteful and offensive.

We are the ones with Authurium,

Hospitable and conjunctive.

You are the one without epicardium,

Hateful and abusive.

We are the ones with Roses,

Waiting to rebel.

You are the one who decomposes,

You deserved to rot in hell.