Garbage Dump Poem

I am writing this as I’m sitting at the garbage dump

Wash-baskets,

rotting vegetables,

Probably a dead body,

bulldozer,

stench,

drywall,

hardhat,

pizza boxes,

vases,

gnomes,

carpet,

carpet cleaners,

Cat towers,

Printers that don’t print,

Kitchen sink,

vacuum cleaners,

rain gutters.

Chemicals,

Wedding rings,

Green jackets

Donald Trump

throw this shit away at the dump.

And naturally, we sit idling as we wait

America, the beautiful,

the 54th best country

in the world.

We lead the world in incarceration

Incineration

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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