Sunday, February 22nd, 2009
“Used”
People use me once,
then they toss me away without a moment of hesitation,
I lie helplessly in the heap of trash.
Around me are other used paper cups and plates in various sizes,
They are all complaining about the petrifying stench.
Now all we can do is stare, into the vast, blank sky.
I envy that bird I see,
How it [...]
