The ivies
I had such high hopes
You can’t kill them
They said
They can deal with anything
I value my privacy
I also avoid the light
A perfect option
Apparently
They never did quite invade
Like they promised they would
Like so many promises
I’m left short changed
They’re still here
Dry
Not quite dead
Browning while still green in places
Like our planet
Actually
What about what you said?
You can’t kill them
They can deal with anything
Now look
