Surprise me,
kick me over,
roll me around until I'm nothing but an inanimate object;
struggling is hard when you're frozen.
Nameless and unrecognized, except for the stench of alcohol, tobacco, and oily skin against my own.
Strangled screams,
clenched jaw and bubblegum gnashed between teeth,
the flavor was gone.
This was the day I found out that I am a trash can.
Shhhhh, it'll be our little secret.
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
Surprise me,
kick me over,
roll me around until I'm nothing but an inanimate object;
struggling is hard when you're frozen.
Nameless and unrecognized, except for the stench of alcohol, tobacco, and oily skin against my own.
Strangled screams,
clenched jaw and bubblegum gnashed between teeth,
the flavor was gone.
This was the day I found out that I am a trash can.
Shhhhh, it'll be our little secret.
Request permission to use this poem