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Ode to a Red Trashcan (Free verse) by nentwined

Sitting upon your humble throne of maize and purity, checkers base thine existance. petrochemical dispute... born of fire, live as fire. receptacle of all that was... all that is gone... all. An open doorway to our pains and joys... Unthinking, uncaring: a martyr to the cause; ending the impurities, insecurities, and fears of plague via desanitization. Grey lining - oh lining - to capture and process those things which we no longer hold dear. Grey lining - oh lining - for portability and ease of access: thine handles support and caress the fingers of those who wish to oppose you; non-violent protest of the utmost. the witness of the den of iniquity we call our earth, you sit... and pass no judgement.

anonymous 23-Apr-02/9:18 PM
Ah, yes, I think I've voted on this one about ten times. I'll give you another six. (just kidding.) And, yes, I was personifying fusion. "My Sun" is a poem about unrequited love. The woman gave me energy to live, but she had no idea how much I enjoyed and longed for her power over me. Oh, sorry, I went on for a while, didn't I? How do you think I could make that poem better?




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