Wednesday, 1 December 2010

POEM ONE: CUP: 1.11.10

I'm A Cup
As Seemingly Average As Can Be
People Pour Liquids
Into Me

Yet I Don't Care
As I Just Do What I Do
And I Do It All 
For You

After You Are Done With Me
You Push Me To The Side
And So You Can Use Me Again
You Clean Me With Pride

Then You Store Me Away
So I WIll Stay Clean
Till Another Day
Where You WIll, Rinse And Repeat
Literally. 

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