My abode is sanitized every a.m.
Scarred mound of rot and rotten
Swept and brushed to the yellow truck
Lazing as a cat in the Sun
Sauna bath I get in the yard
Dull and bland I am in my vacant self
I set my eyes to be chock-full
To welcome peels, shells and seeds
Smash and shatter of beer bottles
Squeaking corks, cans and containers
By noon, I am half full
Leftovers, rags and crumpled pages
Twigs and withered browns and faded reds
Delights of yesterday on walls and peg tables
Abandoned adorns house in me today
Spoken as stinking and malodorous
Kicked to test filthy fullness
Oldies and young retort like
I am a trampoline park to my cronies
Cawing crows, purring cats and kept dog
Filth for men, midday meal for buddies
Black hole of Calcutta in the midst of night
Spiteful spits carry the cram at sunrise.
