A girl, a rubbishbin.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
You have a banana peel in your hand
You start to look out for me.
You walk ahead of me, I am the one
Who swallows up all ur rejects.
You most probably do not even
Notic e my absence and presence.
What am I but to contain
Not your joys and excitement and sorrow
But someone who helps to clear you
of your trash.
By being ur trashbin.
-by Yours Sincerely,
me (a-stalk-there)
--Merci tout le monde--
11:34 PM