guys like you are a dime a dozen

you look out onto a field full of flowers
each with its own unique colour and scent
some sway, some bend, some shy away from the sun
others jostle their way to the front and stick their petals in your face
you're bunched up with some of them daisies, poppies and whatnots
your eyes glaze over and the first day passes in a blur
you're strangely captivated by a spunky tulip
its vibrancy and hyperness seems to offer something
you reach out for the touch of its soft petals
WOOSH
the wind blows a bunch of garishly coloured tiger lillies over
WHOOOAAAA
by petal or by stalk they steal the show
and the tulip slinks away into the background

funny how the wildflowers take over the main show
and the tulips are now part of the wallpaper

guys like you are less than a dime a dozen