Trash Can
Genial warmth of personage,
fortitude of a pleasant shower,
Dainty attire, whimple of violet
silk bordered in gold fringe,
Iridescent and greatly alters
every aspect of earth,
Till I spit fire and trash the
conservative !!
Planteous grape harvest,
making barrels and barrels of
wine,
Perfect to a drunkard's delight
and a rich man's sight,
But worthless and contemptible
for a poor's plight,
I send to trash can,
vandalised!!
If he could avoid leap of
another dog or drive it's fangs,
At the same moment seize the
infinitesimal fraction of time,
In which to deliver his own
attack, tear apart disparaging,
No scum in the trash can , I
spit fire !!
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2013
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