Another Day of Life
A fly dropped
into my soup;
drowning.
Down the drain I poured,
watching an old lady
digging through the garbage.
I puked as she ate
the stale bread
I had thrown away.
Yes, my life has had its fecal moments;
and hasn’t been like a bed of roses; but
at lease it ain’t been flushed down the toilet.
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