| 2017 | 01 | 16 | the gong |

I don't want a pet rock anymore.

They live forever.

It would be trapped.

It would have to watch its loved ones die over and over.

I don't want a pet rock anymore.

- a poem by me, At work.


Rock sad.
Rock not want sad.
Rock feel soft…
Rock remember time when Rock rocked.
When Rock was bigger.
When Rock was bolder.
Now Rock stuck between himself and a hard place.
Life wear Rock down.
And in sands of time Rock drown.
Rock wish Rock have stone heart.

Rock sad. 

- a poem in response. by a slightly misguided man.