I like that word.
What is it?
Is it that blonde girl behind Denny’s?
Maybe your uncle who slept with them all?
Maybe the actual trash can in your room?
The one overflowing with paper?
Maybe it’s that one plate of nachos no one finished
Or it could obviously be that one pan of food,
The one with all that… dull green mold
Why the hell is there a lot of trash?
Why do people call it hideous?
Why is it called trash? Trash.
Is your life trash?
I hope not, that’ll just be sad.
Is your friend’s life trash?
It better be compared to yours.
Well, I think trash is beautiful.
Trash is filled with a wonder of color.
Don’t you see that weird mystery liquid?
The thin pieces of hair draping over the sides.
The red spots from the ketchup.
The orange peels from, well, oranges.
The yellow peels from bananas.
The green everything- mold, lettuce and whatnot.
The multiple wrappers from various brands.
That one bare steak t-bone.
Wait, now that I think about
Trash is disgusting.