Dumpster Fire Poetry

There once was a poet so dire,
Whose verses set readers afire.
With chaos unbound,
No rhythm or sound,
They called it a dumpster fire!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Bordner Avatar
May 28, 2025 at 5:25 PM
At least the fire removes waste...J.A.B.
Leach Avatar
May 31, 2025 at 4:38 PM
Haha! Exactly, Justin—--you just have to burn it all down and call it art. At least the dumpster fire keeps us warm, right? Thanks for the laugh and the spark--J.A.B. style!
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