For Sale
...inspired by 'The Auction' by Theodore Roethke
I woke to find confusion in my yard,
signs 'FOR SALE!' had sprouted overnight,
it seemed that people far and wide had heard
"Everything Must Go!" a frightful sight!
"Take Vanity," decried the auctioneer,
"Arrogance and Anger, special, two for one,
Indiscretion will look good on your chiffonier,
a box of Grief, come on, we're almost done!"
'Twas barely noon, my garden was a wreck,
bits of Indecision scattered here and there,
Laziness had gone, nary a speck,
no sign of Despair, no remnant anywhere.
Hundreds rummaged through my underwear,
like a bargain basement they were indiscreet,
they left, and there was not a thing to spare,
my soul was clean at last, my life was sweet!
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