Post a poem about two geese

[busker]

Snail on the hibiscus bush that I pick,
you’ve struggled all day through thin and thick
tufts of grass to get to this, condemned man’s meal,
not a slice of pecan pie, bucket of fried chicken,
moon pies and cigarettes, the senses to quicken
momentarily, but a solitary leaf,
to which you hastened snail speed in 1D,
a modest repast, like Ted Bundy,
like the gods I can throw you under the bus,
though you implore me not to kill
you in your strange snail ways,
by lying perfectly still -
but I will.