Metamorphosis Poem by lobby lobster

Metamorphosis



I enjoy my dirty bed,
my dirty dishes
disgusting floors.
Tumbleweeds of dust and insect groins.

I enjoy my unwashed hair
my smelly panties
my greasy skin.

Slowly but surely,
I' m morphing with the furniture,
the flea market of moist and shedded skin.

I become a couch, a lamp
a dead plant

Nothing at last- what a relief.

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