Garbage
Garbage
They say dreams
Are the garbage of your day.
I agree.
Considering my life
Consists entirely of
Garbage,
There is nothing left
To do than to conclude
That yes,
My life is garbage
My dreams are garbage
Therefore,
I am garbage.
But garbage gets taken out
And picked up by men
Every week.
So I guess I can't be
Garbage
After all.
