Bad Poetry You probably never want to read

Refuge

I held you in my arms

You looked me in the eyes

Telling me how it made you feel

How dare you say that

Likening me to a dirty old bin

As if I am a sack of mouldy food

And various discarded packets

A disgusting stench emitting

From the stagnant water

Held inside the heavy package

Of all the things you no longer want

Rejected and unloved

You look at me in confusion

Oh, refuge, I am your refuge

I thought you said refuse!