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Sitting on a park bench Could not help but notice A paper bag pressed against A garbage can like a beaten Victim whose brown exterior judged And sentenced harshly for its Desire to survive in a world that Deemed it unworthy for society Instead its abused Wrinkled Crumpled Torn existence demeaned For the purpose of pleasure And then quickly discarded Refusing to care about all The good it carried inside
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 12:32 PM UTC
Brown Paper Bag
Sitting on a park bench Could not help but notice A paper bag pressed against A garbage can like a beaten Victim whose brown exterior judged And sentenced harshly for its Desire to survive in a world that Deemed it unworthy for society Instead its abused Wrinkled Crumpled Torn existence demeaned For the purpose of pleasure And then quickly discarded Refusing to care about all The good it carried inside
Written by David W. Jones (1MereMortal) http://1meremortal.me/2011/12/06/brown-paper-bag/ Copyright 2011©
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 12:32 PM UTC
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