On stepping in puddles

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on May 16, 2020 @ 7:33 am

When I mistakenly
step in a puddle,
I usually don’t mind
the feet wetting aspect.
However…
I tend to be more than slightly
chagrined
when the puddle firstly
kills Tasha Yar,
and then proceeds to
entrap me, insisting
it is the only permitted truth
in all existence

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