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.
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