Waste


as the trash truck
turned the street today
it dropped a tiny toy
and I got the opportunity
to eye it on my drive by
a little plastic cat
white, reflecting sunlight
with black whiskers drawn flat
on its freckled face
as if to portray a feline
who had a fatal accident
at the staple factory
it was adorned in clothes
with a pink bow
and pink mittens
(for we all know
that is the main difference
between male and female kittens)
and I sadly thought of the cash
spent on this cheap figurine
rolling in the street
always destined to be trash

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