Interview With A Grain Of Sand
A grain of sand.
Is too meek to stand.
Why are you so small?
Why are you stuck on my beach ball?
I can’t hear you.
You are stuck in my shoe!
My shoe, I am shaking.
And you are quaking.
As you fall to the ground.
At first, you cannot be found.
You are too small.
To even make a phone call.
I ask why you are small as a grain of salt.
And you decide to halt.
Finally, I hear you speak.
It is barely a squeak.
You say you dream of the bottom of a lake.
Where crabs dance and shake.
I will throw you into the lake.
If you tell your friends to leave my shoes alone, for their sake!
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