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(I had the same idea last summer while picking weeds. I've known many morally-superior birkenstock-wearers and annoying old maids so I was thinking of song lyrics to cancer their self image):

Violent to violets that's what I am.
Don't call me that name I don't give a damn.
They don't belong here you know what's right.
Weren't invited now it's time to fight.

Maintain purity
Bloodlines pure
Soil cleansed of outsiders
I'm killing them all. To be sure.

I breed pink fringes orchid with blue stripes.
I want the XL edition with grey leather interior well sorted.
A Maltese is not a Pit. That's not what was ordered.
If the maid mixes Lusterware with Fiestaware she gets deported.
This must all be perfect and precise.
I don't care what my grandchildren look like.

Radical gardener. Fascist gardener. Oi Oi Oi

Many such metaphors

But you can kill all the invasive weeds without going to prison.

Really looking forward to yard work this year.

U gonna build a pudding camp for the weeds or just plant them in your neighbors yard?

If life gives you lemons - make a dedicated weed garden !!

Good metaphor. Who let all those weeds grow in the first place?