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Just Recycle Us
Throw Her away.
Just like garbage.
Your pesky gum.
Stuck to your New Blue Suade Shoes.
"Bet you never thought
you'd be stuck in this mess!"
Wish I'd known that....
My infinite thanks and much less.
To you, Mr. Lion, Sir.
Are you content, Hunter?
Mister King of the Jungle?
Mr. Waste Management?
Sir Parasite,
My Dearest Mister Fungal?
Thought I'd resolved,
Recovered from bitterness,
The relentless Unforgiveness...
Can't argue against Nostradamus.
Daily, you have less than three years
to waste, Mr. Lion.
what a sweet poem about the recycling of us..true way, reality based, perfect make up, poetic flow and all other qualities making the poem a rich one..like it very much...specially these few lines ..in wouestion form are making me think... that how much is talented shana dear
Are you content, Hunter?
Mister King of the Jungle?
Mr. Waste Management?
Sir Parasite,
My Dearest Mister Fungal?