Wasabi Satchet

 For a couple days there was a sachet of wasabi, y’know the ones you find when you buy store bought sushi, at my bus stop. It was just lying there abandoned and I’m sure I speak for a lot of people when I say this but sometimes, I feel like that wasabi sachet. Just sitting there, abandoned while the world moves on to fast for me to catch up. To commemorate this packet of wasabi, which of by the time I wrote this had been picked up (whether by a human or something else we will never know) I wrote a poem.

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The wasabi sachet

Oh, wasabi sachet

Sitting there day after day

Constantly alone

If only any one had known

You would have probably been brought home

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Thank you for reading this far have a lovely day ;)

If you look at the posts you will see I put this there too.