A Poppy seed is just that.
Yell at it, scream, kick it,
use all your powers to change it.
Good luck.
Throw it in mud in disgust
and you'll get a Poppy to grow.
Simple huh?
There is no difference here, you know,
your life.
It is what it is. YOU
Who is trying to change it?
You, her, them?
Good luck, maybe,
just add water!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I used to have a love affair with the poppy seed, heh.