Waste

GON

Piling away cellophane and plastic

Wrapped up neatly in stretchy elastic

Indentations jagging through the soft skin

All of its contents deemed worthless within

 

Like breathing- no, eating and digesting

This is a process that keeps refreshing

Empty space rearranges, ebbs, and flows

Someone not looking should know where it goes

 

Thus, like spongy bones culled from a carcass

The waste is bare, vulnerable, harmless

Save for the stench of food, rotten and mashed

At last, it is time to take out the trash

  • Author: noah (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 20th, 2018 16:30
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 31
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