The Day I Ate His Purpley Eggplant
It was moms birthday she loved eggplant
I didn't hear the man as he began to rant
I was a cooked child kneeling on stoic air
in the back room I ate, without his stare
a purple eggplant was devoured as I trembled
wolfing it down, I quickly re-assembled
no I did not care, mom wasn't there
to see her child labor without fair, fare .
January 16, 2019
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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