Garbage
The trash keeps rising in a heap
upon the slopes of Everest.
Ungrateful climbers make her weep.
The trash keeps rising in a heap
until it’s wrath that they will reap
for heeding not her one request.
The trash keeps rising in a heap
upon the slopes of Everest.
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Contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada-2
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 5th
© paul callus 17th July 2016
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016
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