3 br br My shirt is torn I’m bloodied by thorns of anger. The bushes by the narrow track br are almost covering It, I tried to fight my way trough, the maze but lost. I have to br leave this territory to its own device; it will not listen to my 3 growth rate as br they expand at will. Born free, just like the Taliban. I could have made a nice br suburban garden here, one with rules, respect for law & order with democratic br trimmed hedges, soft lawn and palm trees, palms tend to decorate resorts, they br lend dignity to places that charge a lot of money so city dwellers can enjoy tame br nature with their Martinis. Palm trees have good genes, perfect education, Eton, br the rest of us are trained apes, we pick the coco nuts stand in awe, we admire br our exploiters. I walk in our town’s park now, gardeners keep, it trim, it’s as lovely br as unwritten postcards bought at a tourist route that has a growth rate of 3 .