I kicked Coke can, it began to speak –
“why do you hurt me, down the street?”
In soberness, I did not reply,
for such a thing, can’t bleed and cry,
I struck once more, it spoke again –
“what have I done, to deserve this pain?”
My worry sparked, at tinny words,
as such conversation’s; quite absurd,
but with third boot, my fear came back,
“perhaps, I do, warrant a smack!”
Coke can yelled, with dark sweet ooze,
with empty wrappers, giving “boos!”
I then bent down, to pick it up,
not to scare, and not to sup,
just to pause, to be still life,
to stare at logo, manmade strife,
for it was empty, I was not,
lo’ recycled thus, as my future, rots,
so, I went to bin, to say goodbye,
then packets said, “hello, nice guy!”
A nearby bench, became my crutch,
inner thought sobbed – “this is too much!”
My damp tissue, carried a hope,
the memory, that made life’s soap!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: At last one that is a bit more positive! This one is both a psychotropic dream and also a parable of doing the right thing. The world as we know it; is in a lot of mess, or is simply just a mess, and a good clean-up is long overdue. So why not start by picking up an empty Coke can (a Coke can that can apparently speak to you, surrounded by more jeering litter hmmm!) Isn't it ironic, that such materials can be recycled, reused, whereas the proud talking monkeys that made them, cannot. The banner picture of the leaves on the floor, I imagine to be laughing at us all the time, knowing that they will wholesomely grow again, whereas humanity will choose not to, in order to prolong such a dark comedy, of which such laughter is missing. I hope that you enjoy this strange little tale of doing good and always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments5
Don't kick a coke can! You can get a ten cent refund (down under) if the bar code is readable.
Thanks for the read 2781, and I do not kick the kick the Coke can mate. I ensure that I recycle as much as I can, and like you said, if I can get a little something back in return, as well as knowing the place is a bit cleaner and safer, then that will be even sweeter.
Thanks again and I hope that all is well.
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A fun poem that sends a great message. Why the human race is so messy is unbelievable. A little clean up would never hurt. A great write
Thanks for the read sorenbarrett, I am glad that you enjoyed this poem and are on board with the message of this little piece.
I hope that all is well.
Entertainly written but with a serious message, start looking after the planet and people, enjoyed the read
Thanks for the read Poetic Licence, I am glad that you enjoyed this poem and like sorenbarrett are on board with the message of this little surrealist parable.
I hope that all is well.
You are very welcome
Excellent write
Thanks for the read Tony36 and for your short and sweet comment.
I hope that all is well.
You're welcome, hope all is well with you
Fine words Ben sending a good message.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and for your supportive comment.
I hope that all is well.
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