butterflies don’t fly but they flutter
On my bread I like jam and butter
My hands dirty from digging out soil
My sandwich wrapped in aluminum foil
I must wash my hands and use a nail cutter
About the Creator
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Poets
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