garbage
dirty old pots and pans
candied yams
and spiced hams
coffee grounds and potato peelings
would pile up to ceilings
only to invite strange feelings
brown bananas, rotten peas
chunks of cheese
chicken bones
and icecream cones
would cover all the home line phones
wiltered greens
and spoilt tangerines
you would find rancid meat
chuncks of wheat
as well as a pile of green baloney
This poem is about:
Me
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