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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.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.9444447
Weighted score: 6.9442043
Overall Rank: 174
Posted: March 16, 2002 1:19 AM PST; Last modified: April 23, 2002 2:56 AM PDT
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