Green Thumb

Green Thumb short poem

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Lucky little seed, I pick you.
To bury in dirt and chicken poo.
I cant wait to watch you grow.
Underneath the light bulb glow.
Little sapling poking out,
Standing up so strong and stout.
I’m so very proud of you.
I’ll be back in a day or two.
Oh my goodness how big and tall.
It seems your pot has become too small.
How would you like to go outside?
Its dangerous so you’ll have to hide.
The sunshine has been waiting for you.
So just relax and do what you do.
Hello little bush up to my knee.
I still remember when you were a seed.
I will be back in a month or so.
But here is some water to help you grow.
Holy shit! You’r taller than me.
My little bush has become a tree.
I guess you dont need me at all
I will come back and see you this Fall.
Hello darling, i brought my knife.
It looks like you’ve had a wonderful life.
I’ll give you a cremation fit for kings.
I will celebrate your life with big smoke rings.
Wrapped in nothing but the finest Zig-Zag.
And the rest of your ass in a sandwich bag.

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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How we nurture our children, and then rob them of their innocence, yanking it away from them in a gut wrenching way.

minakshi.balasubramaniam
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This is ‘wicked’. A real killer poem – u’ve got it.Wonderful. Love the twist in the last lines

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