Cucumber Philosophy
CUCUMBER PHILOSOPHY
Don’t smile, frown or in any way express emotion
Just gotta lie here and keep straight, green, stiff and shiny
Soldier cucumber on parade, dressed left with all my buddies
On display, under inspection
Civilians admire - some even touch.
Pretty women hold us up for their girlfriends
And make smutty jokes and comparisons about men
Or they squeeze us, pretending to think cucumber thoughts.
We stay at attention, reliably enduring surrogacy.
Wimpy men pick us up carelessly and toss us
Into the shopping trolley with their asparagus and dill
Children grab us for use as swords or clubs in their games
Then we get bruised and end up in the reject pile out in the trash
No way for a soldier to go
Good cucumbers die young
Our ideal end is like the samurai with a sharp blade
In a swift cut across the middle
Feel nothing, know nothing
And then be of service in a salad.
I don’t know but I’ve been told . . . . . . .
No cucumber wants to end up just old
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