Trash
You call me a piece a trash and I don’t appreciate that; you call me a piece of trash when life is all that I’ve got. You run around the town courting girls in colorful gowns, exorbitant hairstyles, and eyelashes and make up, with bright red lips that mirror the red sea with vanity stuffed inside and one that hurts the moral and global pride.
You sleep here and you sleep there with sponge from pillows sticking all over your hair and lipstick stuck at the back of your ears and you keep chasing off vanity in your youthful years. You must take time to measure the distance between the moon and the sun for destiny will meet with you very soon so be ready before noon.
I sat underneath the palm tree enjoying the cool breeze blowing from the sea; I absorb the color of the sky, hoping that life will move the other way, but you treat me like trash and the garbage that is piled up around the back, attracting mongoose in the town to bore holes beneath the ground. I could see all the scenario flying in the air, and from the look of things you just don’t care, daylight starts with a fight and at midnight you mess with the lights.
You spend more than an hour in the shower gargling and whistling as if you are singing; I had to pass my urine on the ground for no one can disturb you when your women are in town. You wipe your foot on me, the trash that is scattered on the ground, how happy I will be when life suddenly turns around, and the path will lead me out of this tormenting town.
I mingle in the trash every day, hoping that something good will come my way; it is the agony from the sea, that blows the wind towards me, but I can see something that you cannot sea; there is a wilderness around thee. Everything is in the trash including hidden money that I have not got, the evidence always shows up in the trash with all the clues that you don’t have.
Meet with me at the trash can as soon as you can and learn the truth of how I survived from my youth .Trash is all that you see for your dignity is buried in the sea and when the sea is rough they come up on the shore, but life will give you something much more. Trash is waiting at the door, so get ready to clean it up for heaven is in a rush.
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