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I'm trash

Metaphorically speaking,

The car you sold after the

"New Car Smell" evaporated,

I'm the fast food you half ate,

offered to the rest of the bunch

and then sacrificed to the garbage gods,

The movie you turned off because

you stopped caring twenty minutes in,

I'm the burnt chip in a bag that leaves

a bitter soiled taste that lingers,

The thrift store gem you had to have

until I finally broke down through wear,

I'm the guy you said who was different

And in the end

Too different