(why I don’t like) Ivy

 

Its relentless surge

strangling dispassionately

all it encounters

and the berries, destined to

paint my car in pigeon poop.

 

by Scooj

 

  • I was going to leave this as a haiku, but had so much more to say, and the rage in me added the two extra lines to make the tanka. The first version used a different word to poop, but I moderated it a little. Feel free to use the original word if it makes it more impactful.