Consider The Dandelion Poem by Stephen Nephetson

Consider the lonely dandelion
In his corner by the shed
 An outcast from the flowers
that decorate the bed
He watches with his yellow face
the love and care they get
wishing he was in their place
his eyes a little wet
It takes him four hours
But he turns to the sun
For the sun is his god
And he yells to his god
Wouldn't you?
Am I not beautiful too?
Why am I hated
Killed and berated
My Genus classed as pests
While other flowers
In their ivory towers
Are treated like VIP guests
Wordsworth writes of daffodils
How beautiful  they grow
But few have wrote of dandelions
And how they face the hoe
Yes
How they face the hoe