The Landfill (Poem)

If I’m a piece of trash
Then you’re the landfill in which I reside
Festering in the stench of all the bones you hide

No telling one hole or one mess from another
No way to assess the distress
So why bother?

Throw me out and watch me rot
Rape my soul for all I’ve got

Level my plot and bury me under
Masquerade for all your blunder

Pay the toll
Forget the cost
Pass the blame for all we lost

A piece of trash is minuscule
Compared to all the filth in you