2024-01-04

poetry/c/choco.txt

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+That Ain't Chocolate, Son
+2020-11-15
+
+***
+
+There are nine hedgehogs
+in my house. I have nothing
+to do with them because, every time
+my mother or my brothers
+hold one in their hands,
+the tiny creature immediately
+sets to work
+shitting out a log.
+
+I may be evil
+and belonging to foreign lands,
+but I abhor having
+such filth
+on my hands.
+
+So tell me, mother,
+why do you hate that I
+always close my door
+when you act as if
+everything of mine
+is actually yours?
+
+My pad of art paper,
+saved for stormy weather,
+gone one day
+into the paper shredder
+
+to serve as bedding
+for ungrateful creatures
+who couldn't tell the difference
+between a slaughter
+and a wedding.
+
+"I don't care
+that you're busy having fun
+with your brother you usually torment.
+That's not the purpose
+for which you are meant.
+Be a good girl and help him take
+the hedgehog wheels upstairs."
+
+How delicious it is to say
+that actually I don't have to spend any pains
+on those who rob me of the sun:
+"Not my pet, not my problem."
+
+Because of them, I have to
+live in a house full of
+poop and paper shreds and
+shit-covered wheels that squeal
+at all hours of the night.
+
+Somehow, I don't believe
+you're half as "low-income"
+as you claim to be.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander