EmptyA Poem by N. Hadley
Your mind is a trashcan
empty it regularly, daily if nessecary, hourly if nessecary. Don't let it wait. Have you ever waited in the checkout at Any-Supermarket USA and the person in front of you, a middle to late aged woman is causing a scene? She appears to ready to swallow the cashier whole, like a serpent, over a twenty cent difference in the price of a pound of grapes and you swear you hear a faint buzzing coming from her direction, that gets progressively louder as she unhinges her jaws wider and wider ... it was the flies, don't let it happen to you © 2011 N. Hadley |
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Added on November 8, 2011 Last Updated on November 8, 2011 |