by Brandon Kauffman


I’m taking it out
I’ve left it at the curb
The plastic cans are full
Rich in things I can go without
I hope the animals won’t disturb
The scraps of what I’ve left behind
Or pick at those that I once held close
The disgusting filth I formerly found superb
Folks walk by on their ways to work and school
They don’t know what’s hidden just a few feet away
It’ll all be gone tomorrow when that big truck comes
It will all be taken away – each and every bagful

Photo by Paul Sableman on Flickr