I am always looking into your rotten and stinky trash. If you try to stop me or interfere, I might become brash. I become excited, when I especially find a soda. I have yet to find one in a temple, church, or pagoda. Often at large sports arenas during every intermission. I find better food, snacks, pizzas, and good nutrition. I am always scurrying around for leftover cold food. It makes no difference of my mentality or mood. I hurry to eat it before it will spill or spoil. I will usually wrap it in discarded paper or tin foil. I will eat food in the mode of almost decomposition. I am very desperate and do not care about the condition. In the trash can, I will sneak, peak, poke, and sniff. I hope; I do not get caught by your local sheriff. The restaurants and neighborhoods make food bountiful. It is a shame, that I never run out, because it is so plentiful. Copyright (C) 1995 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This poor lady is homeless and hungry. This is a shame, because
of our rich nation; it need not be so. However, we can reach out to
the poor and homeless. This poem is from my book, "When It's Ok
To Be Crazy!" Marva L. Dowdin
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