You Are Its Master Poem by Chanyn Fuller

You Are Its Master



An invader
Covered in protection
Sucking up
Anything it finds
Plastic tubes
Used everyday
Finding inspiration
From ones mouth
Never thinking
For it self
Slurping, sloshing
Never choking
On its treasure
You are
Its modern king
The straw
Beholding such power

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