04-08-2007, 12:37 AM
Broken Children
Old cola cans and broken beer bottles
Litter the ground, nested in the pinestraw.
Candy wrappers slowly decay in the sun
As they rot away in the streets, their homes.
The yellow paint clings desperately to the walls
Like the milk bottles they used to hold,
Only milk was replaced so long ago.
Now Mary Jane is the only one cheap enough
To be their friend.
(There is a metaphor in this that may be considered inappropriate, let me know if I need to delete this reply).
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