Bag Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Oh the pain of my existence
Seek me in many colors
White, brown, yellow and blue
I say... 'Black' becomes you...

Who sees the heinous things that I hide
Men, women and children of vain pride
Colors of vast rainbows and hues
Buy more of me and erase all clues

I'll steal with you... I'll lie and cheat
I'll pay the price... I'll never speak
I'll cover a multitude of sins...
Hatred seals the night... the grave wins

Let me drape your invaluables
Fill your life with my favor
Lift my status higher...
Designer names... I savor...

I'm costly... so pay my fee
Use me over and over again
The last thing you won't ever see is me
Zipped around your corpse... my plan
As you're carried to the Coroner's van

We had a lifetime of memories and fun...
It's a drag to be a 'Bag'... Who's time has come...