How can I be so dispensable?
Useful, perhaps,
but dispensable.
Like toothpaste
that you squeeze
and squeeze
and squeeze
until I’ve run dry
and there’s nothing left
that I can give to you,
so you don’t put me away
with your knick knacks and treasures
but place me in the trashcan
without a second thought,
a fond memory,
or kind goodbye.
Goodbye.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 9:56 PM UTC
How can I be so dispensable?
Useful, perhaps,
but dispensable.
Like toothpaste
that you squeeze
and squeeze
and squeeze
until I’ve run dry
and there’s nothing left
that I can give to you,
so you don’t put me away
with your knick knacks and treasures
but place me in the trashcan
without a second thought,
a fond memory,
or kind goodbye.
Goodbye.
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