Swizzle Stick

the bunny's lament

mythical but real I pop the daintiest, the quaintest
decorated eggs out of my furry arse; it hurts, &
the demand is high, the laying unnatural; I was not
born a monotreme, but forced by human need & greed
to lay down my biological nature & play Chicken;
each egg infertile, no resurrection here,
as out they pop by the dozen




This is 2024's April warm-up poem for

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Dew Drop Inn  (18+) April poem-a-day poetry spot! #1370829 by Katya the Poet

- the prompt being the Easter Bunny.