Arti Rathore

 

I had a thought on my way to work today. 

I always have a lot of thoughts all of the time,  

I’m what you might call a psychologist. 

(No, wait. A philosopher, yes that’s the one.) 

Well anyways in my genius, I was having many thoughts and this thought stuck out to me the most. 

What if… 

 (Or rather) 

I wonder if… 

(No, no, no that’s still not right.) 

ISN’T CRAZY HOW 

(AHH that’s the one, you can’t see me but I look very smug right now) 

 Anyways, ISN’T IT CRAZY HOW the world is alive? 

Like everything has its little particles or whatever buzzing around, having a party 

 (A PARTY-cle if you will) 

 And even random inanimate objects like lampposts on the street are crawling with spiders and ants and other (gross) insects and GERMS. 

BACTERIA IS ALIVE! 

And then, and then we have all of these crazy experiments in the world, that work mind you, of spinach sending out emails, and plants making music, and bananas doing whatever the hell that one banana was doing.  

(you know the one, it like moves and feels emotions or whatever, I saw it on tiktok but anyways) 

EVERYTHING IS ALIVE. 

And if at any given moment these things became sentient we would die. 

Mother nature would swallow us whole whether it be out of love for her children or anger for the way we treated her.  

The trees would strangle us, and ivy would poision us, and the grass would…tickle torture us? I don’t know how threatening can grass be? 

POINT IS WE WOULD ALL DIE. 

(Revolutionary thinking, yes?) 

I guess it all comes down to one thing then, the 3 R’s baby.  

(This is not at all how the poem was supposed to go and I am completely winging the moral of the story, not that there ever really was one…EHEM) 

Reduce, reuse, recycle. 

(Damn, someone call Greta and tell her she’s out of a job)