Okie dokie... I thought my weird streak was slowing down (there are a bunch of half-assed, half-finished poems sitting in my drafts that will hopefully never see the light of day), but I guess not.
This one is random.
I've been sitting at the kitchen table, trying to be inspired to write more for "Monsters" - which I have successfully NOT done - and there's this ugly green jug sitting across from me. It is currently empty and is annoying me to no end (because I do not want to get up for water this time), and as such - here is a poem written from the perspective of me.
A jug despiser.

(Comments are always welcome!!) Xx

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There is nothing more odd
Nor more upsetting
Than the sight of a jug

Far too often empty
And always too full
Sitting, collecting bugs

It's always right there
For the "just in case"
And there it will stay
'Till its dying day
The ever unwanted
Never used
Jug

~ MallaHarkness04