Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Gabby88, Apr 1, 2009.

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  1. Gabby88

    Gabby88 Member

    it sits there in the offing to get full
    it is a consumers stuffing tool
    it sits there needing to be changed
    just another chore to be arranged
    it begins to rott and rott away
    it smells like yesterdays yesterday
    its last companions buzz around
    driving it closer to its hole in the ground
    it wonders who took the first bite
    bins cant stuff themselves, isnt that right?
    it craves the cool night breeze that will take its stench away
    it whants the stars and black leaves from where its swallen body lay
    it finally rests in the night
    it finally rests out of sight
    it leaves behind a shiny black hole of empty space
    and fresh bag takes its lonely plastic place.
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

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