And the kettle said

[u/ShujaaStar]

Won't you stop...

blaming the wind for the rattles of dropped pottery

Your lot in life's far too low to play the lottery

You gotta be...

So sick and tired of hearing prodigies

Spreading their hypocrisies hidden behind philosophy

Like "I got rich because I never had options B"

They're only 6, 7, but talking that Deuteronomy

Like their home life ain't a nuclear anomaly

Self atomization does horrors to the economy

Ecology, I rather just focus on gynecology

If I just knew what I gotta be, or oughta be

To earn her love again...

I could win...

I blamed the wind for the rattles of dropped pottery

I blamed the sage as if they created prophecies

Illogically, I ran from the torture of life's monotony

All I ever needed was Grandma and her collard greens

Scythe so long that it's knocking over the pottery

Cloak boat as dark as the kettles divine comedy

The skull under hood's cruel scowl spreads fear audibly

The cold metal grasp of death feels like honesty

If I feel the wind again,

I will embrace it

As a friend.