Ode to Weeds

I have great respect for weeds,
the Lords of Per:
Persistent, Perseverant, Pernicious.
Peremptory, even Perennial,
but not yet Perfect.

Pernicious describes them to a T.

They are also Peripatetic
though they have no feet.
They spread far and wide at need,
even so: Perverse.

Permissive to the end, they’re not really feral.
Though they root and feed where they want,
they are not paternal.

They perfectly personify need.