Satire Poetry posted January 19, 2019

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All I want is...

The Air That I Breathe

by Artasylum

It’s been a very rough day,
I'm rushing home to hide away.
The world’s knocked me around today.
I’m feelin’ low… feeling beat down.
One more step I’m home;
good news, bad news, I’m alone.
Looking up there you are--
my beautiful, most cherished fern.
Sauntering over to give you pets
a patch of brown shows you're dead… what regrets.
Spinning into a panic attack,
I grab a scalpel and give it a whack.
The rest of the night I softly sing;
hopefully, I soothe the tender leaves.
I plead that you stay awhile. 
Your lacy green brings me smiles. 
Swear as soon as I called out,
the fern birthed a tender sprout .


Dying Houseplant writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
A houseplant is dying. Tell it why it needs to live.


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