Disposal
So tired of the family disposal running
Churning up all the past garbage
Everything that this one did
Twenty years ago not forgotten
Never draining just splitting
Chewing all the hate
All the hurts never get resolved
When your family doesn't know
Never tries to relate to another
So the garbage continues to grind
Over and over into a paste
A slime of stench
It prevents itself from draining
Because it has become too thick
And such a huge mass
That no one wants to get
Their hands dirty
What a terrible shame
What could be a family cannot
Because no one seems to
Know how to
Turn the disposal off.
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