Lady Dumpster

Her hands gnarled and knotted
slumping as she walked
some called out when she was spotted
her shout name was Lady Dumpster
as she staggered along, she talked
folks tried to help her—she balked

When she was a girl, she was plump
family lived near the dump ground
her dad called her “the big lump”
everything they owned was found
from digging in the garbage dump

Maggie never finished school
rumor floated round the town
(pregnant by a family member)
her brother said to be so cruel
someone made her sister drown

No baby, no Maggie!
sadly lost from the start
an elusive character no longer human
years later, out she came pushing her cart
her dignity and mind were now subhuman

Her saga does not end well
life for her, a living hell
under a bridge lay Maggie quite frozen
holding her dead cat—

So it goes--how fortunate for that
she died in a place that she had chosen

This a true story with literary license.   © a year ago, Carol Davis
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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