The Grasshopper - Poem by Kristy Artmann
Like a grasshopper captured in a jar,
Gasping for air I struggle to live to amuse you, the capturer by par.
It’s grueling to see me slowly die but enthralling to observe.
Knowing you’re the reason for my exodus is your reward-the thrill of the slow death is so easy for you to conserve.
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