I Am A Straw Part 4 Poem by Mason Maestro

I Am A Straw Part 4

Rating: 4.9


The birds are singing in the springtime air
There's nothing like soaking in the sunshine glare
Standing on this bridge gazing at the blooming flowers
On her head we've enjoyed this leisurely walk for hours

Fragrances surface with pastries and cheeses
Sensations magnify with these refreshing breezes
We took a seat for a drink with the Eiffel tower overhead
She set me down next to one eating MORE of the dead
Despite my thoughts on Corn- this crime is utterly serial
They were crushed, rolled, and dyed- and processed to cereal

The next thing I knew, she had left me behind
She never returned. The hat was not on her mind
On the horn of the chair, I felt a little despair
Until I caught the glimpse of an artist- a debonair
Painting my picture, he had started from slate
I saw when he finished- and his work's truly great

It's been quite some time now since I've been spared
Previously, no-one had defied the scheme as I've dared
Adopted by one whose charm amounts to no measure
I'd come to discover how much he lives with pleasure

He carries me proudly wedged on his right ear
With him there's no question that I'll harbour no fear
There's much talk now about a large scale human war
All around me I sense the enveloping dread and horror

But one day as we rode in the snug of his Hummer
I noticed the new billboards on display for the summer
Just guess what they used for a message of hope
That painting of me placed for the people to cope

I've reached a new height with a status of fame
Through belief in my cause, I made myself a new name
It may seem quite lacking- this call to be brave
But this ripple will soon turn into one truly big wave

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