Smoking Caterpillar Inc
I felt an anxiety attack approach,
as I was Perched on my mushroom.
So I reached for my anti-foreboding dope,
with my hookah ready to consume.
As I inhaled the first hit on my fungal chair,
I felt the unease dissipate.
As a large smoke ring went into the air,
my nervousness finally took a break.
Low and behold to my surprise,
I saw the white rabbit leave my domain in a panic.
What followed him I could not believe my eyes,
a girl chasing him, with eyes crazed and frantic.
I caught her attention,
as the rabbit made a liberating flee.
She stopped at the foot of my mushroom,
clueless and carefree.
The absolute nerve of this child!
Can't she see I'm in a self-medicating fog?
She must not get me riled
So I decided to ask who she was.
She told me she had forgotten, had no notion;
but knew who she was before she got here.
It was because her height changed after sipping a potion,
making her feel unsure, absorbed with fear.
She said I would feel the same,
once I escaped my chrysalis.
When I get my wings,
my identity will fall into a proverbial precipice.
I told her not at all,
I knew this for a fact
My form will not change my mind;
it will stay intact.
She got boiling mad at my response,
I expressed her temper was unnecessary.
I went back smoking with an air of nonchalance,
Keeping my demeanor arbitrary.
I decided I would use her for my amusement,
making her cite a poem, she butchered in half.
I kept puffing away, trying to smoke out her nuisance.
blowing passive aggressive fumes, with each paragraph.
The visit was cut short when she insulted my size
As I walked away I left her some good advice
I told her to eat a mushroom to get back to her height.
Then I left with a bruised ego, clutching my hookah pipe.
Copyright © Rebecca Ann | Year Posted 2019
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