It wouldn’t be hard

You are everywhere

Along the highways

On the mountains

I could walk 10 yards

Harvest you quickly

People wouldn’t know

You are just a flower

Wild carrot perhaps

They don’t see you

They don’t know

You are missing a skirt

I’m no great thinker

But I would choose you

Unlike him

You were forced on him

Easily found

Easily harvested

Easily brewed

Easily consumed

White and delicate

You are everywhere

You are my choice

I picked my poison.