Francie Lynch


Garbage - Poem by Francie Lynch

Start and stop
Up the street,
Turn 180,
Repeat the beat.
The gurus on
Confessional wheels,
Absolve our sins,
Emptying bins.
I swear
They swear
A solemn oath
Never to
Disclose the truth
Found in our garbage
By the brethern,
Garbage stinking
To high heaven.
Bottles, syringes,
Boxes, bones,
Peelings, plastics,
Old cell phones,
Discarded trash
From our homes.
Wrappings bleeding
Human puss:
By our garbage
Ye shall know us.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about Garbage by Francie Lynch

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (3/4/2015 9:49:00 AM)


    ''Garbage of Gold' this lyrical, rap-tap pen-gem should be called...If u write music...just don't sit there reading my critique...Do it man! ! ! Enjoyed the read, Francie ~FjR~ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 7, 2015


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