Home Grown
A garden grub.
Got traumatized.
Rose sludge.
Cinnamon brush.
Or grass slipping.
The garden gnome had a feast later that night.
No one saw where he buried the…leftovers.
Which is why you should believe the garden grub.
When he appears on your home grown kale.
But instead you just…
Washed him down the drain.
Like rose thorn bundles.
Peach flab.
Or other things that make the paint on your eyes chip away a little more.
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