A slight drizzle is nice,
enough to cool the burning pavement.
Thunderstorms aren’t bad,
they cool the entire earth.
But those storms with
fat drops feel like a
flock of blue jays trying
to crack my skull.
The carnation smells like
the underarms of the world’s
heaviest man. Fortunately, it
doesn’t take on the same appearance.
Venus flytraps are like girls;
They look so appealing and alluring,
but then you are tricked by sweet
promises. They deceive you, trap you,
and once you’re dead and gone, they
open up again like nothing ever happened.