Perspective

two cracked pots bare bellies having a yarn
one whines about how he never gets mended
one whinges about his sorrow of being forgotten

the arvo sun is scotching their spilled soil
one is watching his fracture snapping further
one is shedding his tears in vain

two buttocks looking dark clouds squeezing out some rain
then the thunder shouts
‘Get your head out of your ass mate!’

two cracked pot bare bellies paying attention
one says ‘Righto! There is rain there is growth. Who gives a toss about my broken frame.’
one yells ‘No dramas! I was never your league anyway. Shove your snob up your backside!’

two months gone by
two cracked pots cheering each other
one tells of how his brokenness turns into art
one praises the contentment of thriving

the moral of the story
you know what I mean Valvoline

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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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