Cleaning Up the Crap at #6
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, 05-12-2010 at 08:37 AM (1382 Views)
This poem was submitted for the Subject Poetry Contest.
Cleaning Up the Crap at #6
Each morning before work and during lunch,
In a business suit and Italian shoes,
I walked the path around Reservoir Six.
I thought "there are so many ways to lose".
A new career, a new wife, a new walk
Five ties, two blazers (blue), one ham sandwich -
And litter here and there, on this and that.
I thought "what a thoughtless son of a *****!"
A few months pass with this endless sad schtick:
Same steps, same sandwich, same ugly litter.
Drunk on depression I pick up a butt,
And thought "I'm sick of being a quitter".
After that I picked up all sorts of junk:
Torn bags, old soles, spent fags, pop cans and glass -
And threw them all away. "My business suit",
I thought,"is no excuse for being an ***"