diving into a dumpster?
please let it be mine.
It’s overflowing again today
And my garbage is fine
You might find a toaster
That worked at one time.
You might find some gross panties.
Those are not mine.
They say, one’s man’s trash is another man’s treasure,
one person’s sins, is another person’s pleasures.
What ever floats your boat you see,
all kinds of things, been said to you and me.
But not all, are healthy, they can make you sick,
in your heart, they become a prick.
We were raised in the darkness, so we could live in the light,
as through our lives, our flesh and spirit did fight.
The flesh wants to live now, but the spirit, forever, you see,
so our flesh, and spirit’s shall never agree.
And sometimes this can make a wreck of you,
if one person’s sins, is what you do.
We weren’t created, to live in the darkness forever, you see,
stay outta the dumpsters, leave those pleasures be!
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!
To sell smart trash bins a man George did hire,
but loss loomed large, put him in dumpster fire.
He promptly fired the dumb man,
became a keen garbage fan,
saved his business going downright haywire.
In a dumpster at a house close to me
were the contents of a home bourgeoisie.
In the night, it caught fire,
which did fill me with ire;
was gonna dive for a velvet settee!
Broke dumpster fire in Los Angeles !
Burnt vigorous Pacific Palisades.
Apocalyptic !
Weird ! Catastrophic !
Wild fire or something else ! Can you guess ?
A flaming contrivance of heat,
The dumpster was quick on its feet.
It danced on its toes,
Though why, no one knows,
A partner it never did meet.
Temperature dropped, slippery ice road.
Many animals partying had slowed.
Dumpster fire started to warm,
All stayed close before the storm.
Steadily came again, it snowed and snowed.
Sanity meted in batches
With healthcare served up in patches
It’s a dumpster dive
Just staying alive
To rely on raccoons playing with matches
Once you were object of my desire
Kisses that lifted me higher and higher
Your mask came off
Fantasy was then lost
This love story is a dumpster fire
Flames licked the dumpster on First Avenue
Firemen arrived, so did the men in blue
Four vagrants were all aghast
Burned to a crisp, their repast
They'd fired up the bin for a barbeque
So, Justin Trudeau's gonna retire
(something Canadians did desire).
But he's left a big mess,
and Trump's causing stress!
It's a political dumpster fire!
The Dumpster Hero
There once was a fire in a dumpster
But nobody knew where the pumps where
Then a girl found a hose
To the challenge she rose
But the hose coiled back and it thumped her
Dumpster Fire Poetry Contest
Margarita Lillico
Sally's husband's infidelity trashed
Into a lit dumpster, their marriage dashed
A wife is left saddened
And the ashes blackened
Because he lit the wrongful flame and crashed
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Note-Sometimes I think readers don't understand me. First line husband
has an affair. Lines 2-4 marriage is on the rocks, certainly a dumpster fire.
Line 5-Of the husband's two flames that of his wife's and his girlfriend's
the husband choose the wrong one (LIT)... by choosing the wrong flame resulting his and his marriage crashing. I need to give up.
What a poor dateless chap was young Chad.
Dumpster fires were the clothes that he had.
Pants that hung in the back
showed the world his azz-crack
and not one single shirt wasn’t plaid.
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