Next time a posh ad tries to sell you one of those automatic garbage cans that open and close at your convenience, don’t believe it. Why? Because these modern gadgets SUCK!
*****
This rusty old garbage can
I’m talking about
Costs us an
Uproar and a shout
*
You rusty old tin can!
I hate you!
*
In the kitchen
There it stands
Readily, maliciously
Taking garbage into hands
*
You rusty old tin can!
I loathe you!
*
It hungrily swallows up
The rot, asking for more
Its mouth endlessly gapes
Whirring, whining our ears sore!
*
You rusty old tin can!
I detest you
*
Every twitch and move it senses
Opening up – wide! – and to plead!
Released from within is the deepest stink
That fills up this choked-up air – oh, the weed!
*
You rusty old tin can!
I abhor you
*
It never leaves us alone
Goodness knows why
It demands our every scrap
Perfuming our kitchen after its vengeful sigh
*
Now you see why
I hate that rusty old tin can?
*
It’s a sad story
I know
But we’ll get by
Somehow, so-so.
*****
I swear this thing was possessed. Rant over.
Inner Yuugen: A Poem Blog 