The Stone Kick it, push it, Try to make it open its Thick eyes and see That what you're doing Is for its own good. Stupid stone, ungrateful too. "I'm trying to help God damn it!" Is it really that hard to see? "Look, stone, I've had enough. #life is about so many things, But sitting here doing nothing Is not one of them. Think, you could be a statue! But you're sure as hell Not going to be doing any sculpting As long as those thick eyes are shut. I'm wasting my time here, I'm done. I love you but this is for your own good. I'm leaving, and next time I see you, You had better be something I Can be proud to call my own." The dull thud of frustrated feet Dies down and disappears. The stone realises The truth in the words, And it opens its thick eyes, Blinks, sighs, coughs, blinks, And starts to sculpt itself Into something it can be Proud to call her own.
