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 

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