Monday

| 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.

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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.