I'm What You See Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Why disappoint so many displaced people and return?
I'm not a worm you can cut in half and grow two heads.
I'm what you see, and clearly, this displeases you.
And many others, …then? Rightly so, I should leave?

There are many gardens with genteel neighbouring flowers.
Needs little or no further horse manure.
If it is your wish to grow with brambles and thorns,
Who am I to ignore the star that adorns them one and all?