Day 2
I wish I was a robot, a computer, a waffle.
but of course I got landed with Spaghetti..
why That of all things?
perhaps if I wasn’t spaghetti I would be a basket.
which is just as bad really.
how does one get rid of the noodles?
eat it.
plain and simple.
now more and more noodles start falling onto my plate,
I’m beginning to notice the absence of my penny.
I miss it..
and spare change does nothing more than weigh down my pockets.
even the flowers in my garden,
that have always withstanded Everything from winter to drought,
are disappearing.
they are getting picked right Out from the roots.
so all I’m left with is an empty yard
and a plate of noodles..
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