prompt: write a poem that responds to the given
image.
bonus 1: include a title that serves to caption the image.
bonus 2: incorporate some words from a different language.
darling, it’s a construction worker.
be wary. his skin was not
kissed by the sun, but a product of
genetics. shh, you’ll wake him up.
see how his fist is clenched even
in sleep. these hands were made
not for rubbing tears away, but
for holding buckets of cement.
but mama, who is he?
no need to know, darling. we all know
what his job is. let us leave. the sign
says this: DANGER - KEEP OUT.
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as u can tell i wasn't rly feeling it these days im sorry mr krabs,..,.,i promise the next few days were sort of better