once upon a time
one professional dairymaid
lost her temper
and abandoned her job
(if you’ve ever had a repulsive boss
you would understand)
she walked down the road
and saw a lightning flash
this was her awakening
and a new job offer
now she is a lead
in the milky way dairy
looks after the galaxy’s cows
expresses star milk
and never raises her voice
to juniors and colleagues
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2024
I so like this. It hints at so many mythologies 🙂
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That’s the genius of Tati’s writing! Thanks for reading, Crispina!
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Always find it worth the read
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My mother’s milk was meant,
to be cupped in the hands;
and seized,
by every indication,
of methamphetamine.
My mother’s milk was,
handed down to me;
in my teenage years.
A slight,
for years,
of unrequited unconditionals.
My mother’s milk was made,
to feed a gang leader,
who spent his hours;
behind bars;
undressing her in fantasies.
My mother’s milk,
replaced by soy,
for my digestion;
A poor replacement,
for the eyes who coo.
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I love this. Thanks for reading us! 😀
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Moovilious vertical mooove.
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😆
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Good milk!
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Of cosmic quality even! 😛
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Yum?
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😆
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❤️
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😊🙏
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Holy smoke- a job for eternity in the Milky Whey.
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🤣🤣🤣
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Lovely and superbly imaginative piece. I love the photo too!
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Thank you, Suzette! Tati outdid herself on this poem!
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Awesomeness!!
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