Why does everyone put their old, dirty,
Rotting food in me?
I don't enjoy it
Why do they torture me with
Horrible smells?
Why put me in a bathroom?
So the sink can brag to me about
The sweet smelling soaps
Going through its pipes?
So next time you see a trash can,
Tell it that you're sorry
For making it smell like the garbage that too many people relate it to
And put a bag in it
So that although the smells break through,
The disgusting, slimy residue
Doesn't.
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PoetryFor those who enjoy a decent poem every once in a while Cover Photo by J. S.
