The Junk Poem.

The frigid smooth steel

Tin can, forgotten without the

Indispensable content that

We love.

 

Without the minty cool

This box has just become cold

Sitting silently, musing to itself-

Growing old.

 

What I can’t understand

Is why

It still

Lies around.

Author's Note

Another Creative Writing piece of crap.

Reviews

[gravitylava]

It's not a piece of crap; I like it alot. It's really short and simple. I mean, it's not like some magical piece that is better than meeting jesus, but it's cool. It made me think, it painted a picture, and it entertained. Good write.
-michelle