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Can you hear the plants scream when I cut off their heads with my mower? Or the wailing of panicked young'n when I drop my blade a notch lower? For those who don't conform I have a special brew. One that is so toxic, It would even kill me and you. I spray it on their bodies, their death is long and slow. Only a pale whimpered cry as I chop them with my hoe. I am not without a heart I will fertilize and sow. I'll water when they're thirsty, nor grub treatment will I forgo. And when they're standing tall lush, green and healthiest, I do it all over again for, I am the 'Lawn Sadist' !