open letter 4

dear random human,
hey it’s me, the dandelion.
Want to get this out while I can
but I ain’t got much time because
– yeah guess why – rains came – yeah I’ll say

it – attacked, rains attacked, and pretty
forcefully, got hit pretty bad,
I mean my once-full handsome white crown
is in tatters now – and my septuplet
siblings too, they’re tattered too, crowns

that were once full and handsomely white,
waiting for nothing but a tender
loving blow, even if only from
a rambling breeze bearing gritty gifts,
but that’s all hopeless now, thanks to our

dear Queen Bitch Nature sending
– oh we heard the witch cackle up there safe
behind those fake purple royalty
clouds – as she sent fat heavy drops – drops
that now cling to my side – can’t reach

– only suffer – tickles, tickles bad – bet you
didn’t know a dying dandelion
could feel these things, well, think aga…
… can’t…. hardly….write…. Muth-muth-ur
…Urrrrth…. f-f-f-ffuck….you… bitch.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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