here in my garden br of so called eden br are roots and seeds br planted by uncertainty br for surely here br there could be no weeds br to tangle any gender br to trip any lame br in this garden grows br images of mirrors br reflected onto images br of other mirrors br meant to distort the truth br as the snake did br in the original garden br so, what do i accept br as the real, the truth br the words you're saying br are they really true br or just some excuse br just some other excuse br to get out of another task br enough, i say, enough br no more excuses br just please go mow br the friggin' lawn.