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Day 12: The Succulent Killer

Today's prompt: The Finals Prompt - The culmination of all preparation, the determinant of your future.

I don't know how to put this, but here's what's happened,
You kinda died, and your heartline flattened.
The good news is, ahem, we now get to decide
Whether you are going to heaven or on a ghastly hell ride.

Hmm, let's see, what does your record here state?
You have blood on your hands, oh man! Whom did you hate?
Oh it was your succulent plants, what did they ever do to you?
You saw others' pics on Instagram and thought you would grow them too?

It says here, you gave too much water to one,
Too less to another, and to one you gave none?
You put one in too much sunshine and one in too much shade,
When both didn't work, you put one on a central line you made?

Don't look so sad, to be honest, I must confess,
I tried growing succulents too, without much success.
Another thing that Instagram makes it look so easy,
Like baking, raising kids and headstands that don't make you queasy.

I should add a conditional waiver here on the file,
And too all the other cases lying here in the "succulent killer" pile,
Let these people go to heaven, they aren't so bad,
They are nice people who fell for a random Instagram fad.

Welcome to the good place, everything is fine! :)


Written for: Singapore Poetry Writing Month is an annual event in April, where a prompt is released every day and people write and share their poems based on the prompts.
 

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