Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Fig Leaves.

These prompts are getting worse, “What’s the best thing about minimalist living?” I’m not a minimalist, I like to surround myself with familiar items. With the exponential rate of change nowadays I need that anchor.
So I’ve just had a bit of fun.

FIG LEAVES

No ornaments in my house, not even a vase
I try to be minimalist in so many ways
I don’t have carpets, I don’t have a rug
I’ve really got the minimalist bug

Pictures people hang up on they’re walls
I can’t see the point, there’s just no call
Knives and forks I don’t really care for
I use my fingers, that’s what they’re there for

I go down to the stream to wash my fig leaf
Into the woods if my bladder needs relief
I watch the flys climb up my wall
Tv or radio, I haven’t at all

I’ve done away with all the luxuries
Now I’ve made some fantastic discoveries
I can hear total minimalism call
I don’t even have to live at all.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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